He arrived like a hand-hewn paper-mache kite
Unexpectedly released into my skies
Flying high, swooping close
To my upturned face.
I didn't recognize him at first -
Didn't know he was a kite
Light and delicate/strong and powerful.
At first he was simply another on the ground.
Then he flew.
I flew too -
Rediscovered flying.
I came to see the cross bars that shape him
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