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POEM: Bat City

moontower

Bat City

I don’t cook in courses
but for you I’d make an exception
serve small portions on my
few fancy dishes
so it would take a good long time
you’d smile and laugh and tell
stories about Bat City or
White Crane style or
whatever tickles your fancy
afterward we’d take a walk
in the soft summer night
fingers interlaced, palms touching
serenaded by crickets and tree frogs
all of nature’s troubadours

/ / /

Jason Crane
26 April 2015
Oak Street

Published in My poems Poetry

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