Hovering
A helicopter hovered
In the east side New York sky.
It looked just like the hummingbirds
I spot in mid-July.
Its headlight darted left and right,
Like it was on a quest.
I wondered if the search was real,
Or was it just a test?
No boats were in the river
Over which the copter hovered;
That made me think that there was nothing
There to be discovered.
Some minutes passed and then it slowly
Chop-chop-chopped away.
Another New York mystery
To supplement my day.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2011
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