It's darker now than it has been,
despite the heat of the day.
It's darker, now, tonight.
Bats swoop and glide overhead.
Tiny pipistrelles, a summer glide,
trailing glimpses of autumn and halloween. It's darker now.
My mother's capacity for love
is greater than mine has ever been.
My father's, less, I think.
Bats swoop.
Worked late again.
Bats swoop.
Meant to go swimming.
Bats swoop.
But things came up.
Bats.
Swoop.
despite the heat of the day.
It's darker, now, tonight.
Bats swoop and glide overhead.
Tiny pipistrelles, a summer glide,
trailing glimpses of autumn and halloween. It's darker now.
My mother's capacity for love
is greater than mine has ever been.
My father's, less, I think.
Bats swoop.
Worked late again.
Bats swoop.
Meant to go swimming.
Bats swoop.
But things came up.
Bats.
Swoop.
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