of an oxcart in mud
the jet’s trail fades
blue returns to blue
yes we finally learned to fly
but in such an awkward way
darkening the sky
like passenger pigeons
whatever we found
we tried to duplicate
in stone and steel
the way we stare
at our phones today
you’d think we just pulled
our hearts out of our chests
to see if they’re still beating
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