Flowers at nine at night

You need flowers tonight. And every florist in town shut at five.

Then eight o’clock comes round. And the city wakes up.

Mohammad starts his shift. He taps green — I can deliver, right now.

And everyone who tapped notify me finds out. Instantly.

Bouquets across the city all night. Birthdays remembered at the last minute. Apologies that needed making.

Flowers at nine at night, from someone who works when everyone else is sleeping.

Speedi. Someone’s always free.