Bats at Bedtime
LindaAnn LoSchiavoShe dreamt of bats — — as unpredictable
As daring trapeze artists, dangling like
A lazy symphony of Spanish moss
Conducted by the wind, escaping from
Mysterious caves, drowsy debutantes
Alert to predators, heat-seeking forms,
Runes darkening night’s alphabets, fallen
Angels illegible in their descent.
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