It is almost, not quite Friday night 

The lights of the strip mall just clicked in 

neon streaks of red and blue

 

to the west,

sunlight has almost faded from the horizon

streaks of yellow between clouds and office buildings 

 

Traffic races around us

going home- from work

going out- to drink 

 

It is almost, not quite the weekend

a night so early that we can't give it a name yet 

Tomorrow 

we probably won't remember it anyway 

 

 

 

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