Gpture
It could be them-song
my caretaker
cleaning during a calm
the building is empty,
the lights are off,
it's dusk
He walks around
listening to the clarity of the hallways,
keys jingling in his pocket as he moves
in and out of different utility rooms.
They clang together along the pipes.
In
his altered circadian rhythm,
he prepares this property for another day of tomorrow's interactions.
