Beauty in the Handicapped

I just like the last stanza of this poem.
Near the School for Handicapped Children
His hat is rammed on
his shirt jerks at his body
his feet cannot hold in
_______the sway__ he cannot keep still.
When I see his face, it is freckled
to remind me of nephews
his limbs remind me of how straight
is my own spine and that [...]

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