THE LAST PATCH OF DARK

the night had come & gone
pulling up its last patch of dark
gone like a carney in the morning

now there was
just a patch of dry grass
the sun sitting on it

the night had left
behind it a few scattered condoms
beer cans and a discombobulated *******

now that the day held sway
it was hard to imagine
the night had ever been

the ******* had blown away
children caught condoms on a stick
only the beer cans remained

soon the day
grew tired of itself
shadows gnawing at its sunlight

and so the night returned
whether it was a new night or the old one
was difficult to tell

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The night before laughter spilling out into the dark as performers strutted their stuff...clowns fell over themselves and then just the gone-ness of it all leaving just the ******* and whatever was left behind. It seemed as if humanity had been wiped out...desolate was the word.