Daytimes Crystalline - Poem by Terry O'Leary
Fat midnight bats feast, gnawing gnats, and flit away serene
while on the trails in distant dales the lonesome wolverine
sate appetites on foggy nights and daytimes crystalline.
A migrant feeds on rotting seeds with fingers far from clean
and thereby's blessed with a barren breast (the easier to wean) -
her baby sucks an arid flux and fades away unseen.
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