Catherine Senne Wallace


                                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—


there is charm
                  in the insouciance
                                 of your wave

                                as you circle