The excavating company on the outskirts

It's 8 by the time we walk by. Nothing moving but us. Tonight the usual line-up on the east side of the road. Sewer truck. Semi. Empty trailer. Overturned car, its cab crushed and wheels missing, its undercarriage rusted and dusty. Crouching beside it, the panel van with the missing front end. It's been there for a good year now, maybe more. On the west side a Volvo BM loader sits idle, one rear tire flat. Backlit, it's bound to look beautiful as the sun goes down. That yellow paint will glow. It leans in a bit, snuggled up to a Case track hoe. Their buckets on the ground. Almost touching. Nothing alike.