dragonflies, those flying twigs
orange as cinnamon,
remind me of helicopters
defying logic and gravity.
i was calmly watching the reports
i knew i'd seen that look before:
on the face of the man
in the ten o'clock news van
parked in the bus stop
with the window rolled down
and his puke in a pizza box
on the sidewalk.
he wiped the bile off his face
with the microphone
and fixed up his makeup,
it was time for the interview
with the witnesses
in the school cafeteria.
before the helicopters arrived.
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