The Repair People

Seen through chain-link.Six peoplein a courtyardafter dark.Paint.A roller.A bicycle.A speakerturned almost all the way down.One person strikesan empty paint can.Another answersagainst the wall.The painters stop.Listen to the wires.Start again.A crooked markis added near the bench.Nobody corrects it.An hour laterthe courtyard feels different.Hard to say how.People stay.Someone sits.A window opens above them.Passed the same wallthe next afternoon.Nothing hidden.Everything changed.