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when we stitched you back together
after your encounter
with the icarian sky
we didn’t quite get it right—
there’s a surprising lack
of symmetry—too few
threads (perhaps) to close
the wound
now your flight is canted¾
a certain listing to the left
governs your glide—
(yet)
there is charm
in the insouciance
of your wave
as you circle
(once
more)
downward.