Summer of Double Shifts

The sand in my work shoes today
found its way there after a double shift last night.
closing the second store at nine-thirty –
business is stagnant, and
I can taste the slow dissolve of brick and mortar.
For now,
they still need people to put things on the shelves.
Keeping step with my coworkers into the night,
we find a playground and swing.
Washed in the low light of street lamps, we live again.