Even though I'm a person who so adores DST that I wish it were* always in place, I like the poem. My first thought was that you could go for something deeper, about how advancing time doesn't change reality, or how we might just keep advancing time to escape our lives, but that is getting into fantasy.
I'm surprised that DST is used in Alaska. I mean, you go from being in the dark almost all the time, to being in the light almost all the time, so what does it matter?
Still, for me, living on the East Coast, DST is the syrup on my sundae. It makes everything better. (I hope you still like me, Glenn.)
* "Were" is right, right? I almost used "was". When I was young, that particular grammatical rule was ingrained in me, but it seems to have faded.
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