The bat carries starson the undersidesof her wings.
Her head is the tipof galaxyher body a velvetcometshattering nightwith its jagged arcof flight.
Her thumbs & fingers holdthe membrane of sunset-twilight-eveningthat covers ustogether.
She sips the fruitof moondives into a riverof mosquito-beetle-moth-cricket.
Waves ferry her from oakto stone to chocolate daisiesblooming like novasat midnight.
Milky Way–its shellspiral studded with tourmaline—spins in rings around heras she flies.She brings it to landlighting up cave chasmsabandoned houses with emptyeyes for windowsdying trees numb to sun& other inky cornerswe seek to overlookrushing pastwith bated breath.

~inspired by Threeleaves art

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