Idyllic to Idolatry
strangely cool June
afternoon 4:00ish
shady back patio
breeze waltzing
the tulip poplar leaves
wine glass in hand
lounge chair reverie
broken by
low rumble
from cloudless sky
nears overtakes
deafening rotors
of five military helicopters
flying in formation
right over our house
armed lethal
display of power
common sense shouts
just a training exercise
other senses hiss
martial law
clearing the streets
a defeated president defying
peaceful transition
gun-toting supporters
ready for civil war
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The title deftly captures the tension in the poem.
Wonderful description, I was right there with you. Lots of good lines, like the breeze waltzing the tulip poplar. I’ve notice more helicopters than usual and it makes me nervous, too. Great poem
Shew, you are so right on the spot with this one.