Morning After

deflated balloons
Frankenstein and the vampire
droop on the porch railing
Air that only yesterday
filled them with menace
filled them with purpose
now barely lifts their fabric arms
into a shrug at the vagaries of existence
or into a small wave at their fellow revelers
passing by, candy-dazed

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