Time must always be recreated
fresh. Day-old, stale hours
can’t conform to schedules
running twenty-first century apps.
There are not enough minutes
left for minutiae of twelve-hour shift nurses,
The security guard, butt of jokes;
the janitors, bakers, night court clerks,
hushed mobs who recreate
while the day shift dreams,
sleep when the night sleeps,
during the tightly compressed hours
of newly turned-out days.