That is not a bat stretching its wings
more than likely its a bird
those scalloped edges make that clear
a smudged brown of a thing at that
yes, if you connect the edges
they’re ruffled.
I’ve just realized something,
the poet speaks,
as cars materialize and disappear
tumbling wrong angles
on this malinformed trip
The bottom of the coffee can
is covered with rust
except for a palm print
where it still shines
we humans are a greasy lot in summer
and be damned to find it’s always summer
the rusting coffee can
probably doesn’t care, and might
even enjoy the contrast human contact
has made—I was touched once it says
and everything dies slowly
I look forward to reading After the Crash: A novel by Bat Country.
It’s available free as .doc or .pdf, and is currently free for the Kindle (usually $2.99).
