They make it happen
they work fast
don’t mind the dust–
they don’t
They know that
in a month
a week
a day
it might be gone
So they pull on
their workgloves
arm themselves
with rags and
spray bottles,
shop-vacs and
paint-rollers,
no masks,
and get to work
They make
things happen
when they can
and they never,
ever let anyone
believe that
they can’t
make things happen,
too.
So what are a
few fumes and
dust bunnies
in the face of
the magic
of space?
narinda heng 
nice work. love the repetition/sound of “don’t mind the dust–
they don’t”