- Summer Night Wings
In the royal blue wash of July nighta yellow glow surrounds the lone street lamp,whirling school of flying insects punch drunk
on bright light, dancing a frenzied foxtrotin thick air, their wings whirring loud in amped-upconcerto. More love than you would think
existed in the world. But other lovewaits in the wings, so to speak. A ballettroupe in fur and leather enters the fray,
gliding through the crowd, a soundless dive.Glorious bats, intoxicated with this tranceof love on the wing, this lavish wheeling dance. [End Page 35]
Vince Gotera is a professor of English at the University of Northern Iowa, where he served as editor of the North American Review. He now edits Star*Line, the journal of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Poetry Association. His books include Fighting Kite (2007) and the forthcoming Pacific Crossing. He blogs at The Man with the Blue Guitar.