All
the failed moments of my life
Flutter
like bats in a cave, swarming
To
fly into the twilight, chasing mosquitos
Before
they roost in memory.
I
toss and turn in troubled sleep in a deep cave,
Each
bat hanging over me in dreams,
Their
wing-arms wrapped around me.
Dreams
don’t seem to know about the bats.
Dawn
light enters the cave. I wake to the songs
Of
morning birds singing outside the cave.
I
stand and walk into a world of trees
Glimmering
in dawn light. Bats don’t
Roost
in trees. The leaves welcome me.
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