Bats

I put a cigarette between my teeth While Hundreds of bats soared Through the Brick wall corridors Through the strobe of flashing signs “Danseuse nu” And so I cupped my hands Before my puckered lips Shielding the dancing flame As though it were an infant Shivering in the wind I am nocturnal as well But I do not fly Nor do I screech through the restless night I watch, oh I watch And I write

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