On Airplanes Poem by Andy Pandy

the stitches are set in place,
though the garment is still torn in half,
waiting for the tailor to render its pieces one again.
patience.
these things do not come quickly.
if the fabric is sewn in carelessness,
the seams will remain weak,
being severed at the slightest movement.

but i sit on the shoulders of expectancy,
hoping the seamstress will arrive soon
to mend our tattered clothes.
the horrible mess we've made.