Saturday1 August

The remains of the night

In the first few am hours
A discarded high heel and some shards of glass lie in a pool of sticky beer.
Nocturnalised birds turn from the neon dawn.
Spangle brained and starry eyed the progressive, forward thinking, racy midnight tinkers glint home.
Buzzing on the ebb of revelry.
Propelled by banter and heartfelt meaningful chatter.
They float.
Before day sinks in.
Early risers glance bleary eyed as the starry eyed giggle by clutching last night's vim.
Alarm snapped from sleep they walk into a day yet to begin.

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