Crossing over

Crossing over
from green bank to greener one,
shirt glowing a schoolboyish white
the field hand
grows another limb
bringing his crowbar down
sharpening it
on the winter-sun wet
whetstone of black and blue
that's this asphalt stream
on which, car-borne,
from one busy blacktop river
to another busier one,
we cross over.

From "Moving On", also published on nthposition (thanks Rufo!), do check it out here