brickstack blockstack
poetry by steve parker
Saturday, November 18, 2017
eyelid bats modified
bats like rips in twilight
owls for now stolid as off-white statues
beaming in the boughs over the already black embankment above
hearing as we cannot
the shrieking of the bats
in the dead, electric
silence of dusk
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