A Moment
In the fading evening light, a busy fly,
a busy bird in cloud, searches for
something tasteful: an army
helicopter passes overhead;
it’s young pilot sweats and thinks
of love, not seeing the bird the fly,
or tasty titbit, below.
The helicopter, the bird, the fly
all flying, buzzing in synchrony.
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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