A helicopter flies over slowly,
shaking the windows, goes circling
over the suburbs, perhaps seeking
or not some errand lamb gone
astray from its flock or pen;
that's the guess the mind
comes up with, trawling from
the depths of the memory
some news reel, headline
long forgotten, like that
helicopter soon flown
into oblivion from
the same mind.
11.06.2024
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