A scavenger
patrolling the borderlands
for illegal immigrants.
Clearing the litter
and corpses of
insignificant mistakes
Combing the edges
cruising, hovering for a
mere morsel,
a rubber innard,
a bird stapled to the tarmac,
showing off all it's got
for all to see
Beach combing for scraps
tossed from a window
the sound of 90 miles an hour
won't put me off.
At the scene of pile ups
I never fail to beat the cctv cameras,
spills won't be neglected,
as I cruise the corridor of time
cleansing my flight path,
for the forgotten moments
(AR)
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