The shadows lingered far too long,
Past the point of subtle taste.
The light waited in the wings,
Tapping its foot, checking its watch,
Occasionally clearing its throat
Loudly and quite brilliantly.
The stage manager, white beard
Tossed over his broad shoulder
Like a fine albino sweater,
Motioned and faintly hissed
At the recalcitrant darkness,
Which finally slunk off-stage.
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