A helicopter alone in the clear sky: the mingled notes of its motor, high and low. A firefly sails past, inner wings glowing in the sun.


  1. I enjoyed your description. Thanks for allowing me to share the moment. :-)

    1. “I have wasted my life”?

      This made me think of James Wright’s poem for some reason.

      1. Hmm. Might be an interesting exercise to try crafting a different last line for that poem that would express more my own belief, without totally destroying the poem (which is a nice catalogue). “Into the distances of the afternoon” is the other great line.

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