Watching the dancing silhouettes                    

Of  many bouncing bats

Waltzing  in the warmth of

The nighttime floodlight,

Is precisely

What’s happening

At the exact same time

Half-way across the

Spinning globe,

In a very dusty marionette theater.

That resonates with a similar

Smell of sparkling dust

From aging velvet curtains

And strands of wispy smoke

Stemming from

Recently blown out candles.