journal of a writing man
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Choosing
In the pearl-shaped light
at the far edge of the day
bats sweep, tumble and turn,
greet the stars, aerobatically,
and, beside the window, a TV
whispers glitter-bright commercial promise,
offers Jesus for nine ninety-nine.
I shall stay with the bats.
John Bailey
Carmarthenshire, April 2003
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