Summer 2000 • Vol. XXII No. 3/4 Poetry |

Bats

They live inside walls—not like you or the other rodents, but with wings and fangs, a clicking almost flamenco. And unlike you, they are not ashamed: they share their darkness like a piece of delight, and when the circling begins do not feel their minds invert. You, crawlers, guard your flight, may swim the air in dreams but always rise for breath, belief. The bats do not need applause. If you clap, they will change direction.

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