Indeed, even the managers are dozing late
in the dusty light of September.
The parking garage's void and nobody cares.
Nobody empties a stepping stool, ventures on the gas
or then again begins up the huge machines in the shop,
sanding and crushing, cutting and official.
Nobody lays a level dab of transition over a metal crease
or on the other hand brings down the steel forks from a rear end.
Shadows accumulate inside the sleeve
of the vacant bottle adjacent to the sink,
the chimes go still by the channel float,
the breeze rests in the west,
the fish water crafts lay on their tie-up lines
turning a little, along these lines and that.