Bats

MARY OLIVER BATS In the blue air the bats float touching no leaf. science has shown how they capture their preymoths, mosquitoes-in the middle of flight in the fold of a wing, and how they hang by the millions, socially, in caves. But in the night still comes the unexplained figure slipping in and out of bedrooms, in and out the soft throats of women. for science is only the golden boat on the dark river of blood, where women dream such fur on the cheeks, such teeth behind the kiss. 402