Smoke returns - finish or wear a new face 
roll off Mother’s bed - we don’t see dead people 
                                                sometimes we smell them 

She, walks - straw woven to a point - tied below the neck - arms sway
deconstruct - tear, rip, stack - trash recycle - cardboard, styrofoam
sweep layered dust - grime stop - triangle arms - equilateral and bracing 

He, old and strong - limps - shovel dead plants into dead buckets
brush dirt - study a curved stick 
leg drags to bucket - shrink and grow 

            Napa burns again 
                        the world burns, they say 

                                                            There’s more ease in blowing than sweeping 
                                                                        synthetic wind 

            Feather, fur, leaf in a cyclone 
            silence drops 

He, non-worker appears - cross, cross back, shut the dust - encaved 

                                                Feathers learn 
                                                back and forth steps the blowing man - limp gone 

                               Green-topped leaves and dark purple 
                               bottoms twist - revolve back 
                               creep in the wind