The bent ridges of a properly folded fairing,
imperfect paint sought early on
Forgotten later the canvas turns,
ivory slap taffy feel of it
Scentless lube and pools of gravel twinkle flakes,
backpedaling after school
Down foresworn twowayness,
swallowed up and convinced it was safe
Machined into dotted bends "Pass With Care",
worth its wait in scissor metal
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