Rochester Poetry Contest - My Late Entry

The Rochester Post Bulletin recently held a poetry contest. I didn't enter. Here is what I wrote though.

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Born in Green Bay, once a resident of Duluth
I'm a transplant.
I find no big water.
Still, on a heavy night in November
out on my back porch
my children downstairs, my wife asleep,
I settle down and listen to the flap of geese and the thump of helicopter blades.
They crash over me like the water I miss so much.

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I guess my comments on it now would be:

• Kinda run-on in the middle.
• I don't miss the water so much anymore.
  
• The helicopter blades comes from the fact that the Mayo One helicopter often flies over our house.
• As do the geese.