thwocking turbulence

the thwock-ing
of a copter blade
luffed my ears
and echoed
right through the house

I searched
window
to window
trying to locate the source
of the reverberation

there

high

an afterburn image
of blades spinning
somehow
pursuing themselves

always half a thwok
behind

and a ripple through the air
like petrol
in a state
of vaporization

a turbulence that troubled
even the smooth air
in the sky

headed north
away from me

maybe the cops
maybe fire
maybe
some kind of super-special
VIP

going to somewhere
important

yeh yeh yeh
but not me

I’m for the nursing home
mother in the back seat
for a special-special
first ever time
delivery

see you later
heli-chopper
I’ve got to go
to try to calm
some troubled air

but turbulence
is more likely
and flying
just half a thwock
behind


© Frank Prem, 2017

Poem #14: strength

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