Afternoon in the harbor.
Helicopters above roaming.
Back and forth coming and going,
one leaving another arriving.
Gunboat escorting, sporting
a yard of steel imposing.
Ski mask covering identity.
At the helm no one posing.
New York Waterway streaks by
gallivanting the waters.
Only the ferry merits
measures of caution to ponder.
On the west is all the action.
On the east the gawking is most.
Two seagulls hastily dash by
and I wonder what they might know.
DionWorx
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