LATE WINTER DAY - ROME, NY
Bright sunshine,
white everywhere,
glare in my eyes.
At the helicopter
that never lands.
Ready to fire,
on a perpetual mission.
Flags flapping
reaching straight out to the north,
a warm breeze from the south.
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