early evening
a warm summertime breeze
whistles over the tip of the gasoline pump
as he fixates it to fit properly
back in its place
routine
he relies not on a watch for
time
but rather transition from light to dark
early evening
crickets chirping and moths fluttering
he's used to the harsh smell
of gasoline
and the soft, warm smell
of convenient store snacks
routine
exhaustion
desensitization
people he sees every day
people he will never see again
waiting to close
to leave to go home
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