The day does not end at six pm
There is a lot to do at night
Like feel the rain
Without seeing it
And touch your lover
Without watching her tired face
Do you know
Where dead cats go
The night collects them
Sweeps their blood
Washes away stain and smell
With humid darkness
We can light candles
Then eat dinner
Go stargazing
Into cloudless sky
Smoke alone
And in the ceiling
Create clouds
That do not bring storms
Do you wonder
Where belched smokes go
So do banana peelings
Bus tickets
Torn love letters
Bubble gums you spit out
The night turns them to dust
Blows them away
Buries them down under
Preparing the world
For another day
