Sinking to Ground
Linen-heavy leaves
wilt beneath the insistent
star of noon
as inside ones & twos
cluster shaded in smoke
from archaic cigarettes
burning holes in dark
loading dock doors embers
glowing syncopated togetherness
the workers watch
an immobile sun
turn soil to ash
their trucks
uniformly clay-colored
under the bleached
words painted high on the far
brick wall a half-block distant
King Arthur Flour Mill
long since
closed sinking
to ground