Time passes

Something kept my foot 
from getting to the toe
of last year’s shoe.
I thought “a trouser sock”
until I heard a brittle snap.
When I withdrew my foot
out fell a shriveled bat—
its wings wee folded,
its face no scary glare.
It went
so wrinkled small.
Will I?

JoAnne Growney
http://joannegrowney.com

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