turbulence from a wild toss.
sailing free on a course miles off.
wobbling wings v spread like geese in winter
as it comes back to me.... i remember
from a favorite of the places i have been to,
and i’ve been told à bientôt plus been sold a bento
i’ve heard big ben toll plus took strolls through shenzu
as i look back … this round trip flight has been due
twirling back to the first scene.
a wooden bird with rigid curves circling
dancing on the breeze, alight and at ease
when thrown… she dips low then comes right back to me
im.patiently waiting to catch with arms outstretched when
i hear a piercing shriek from the other direction
i glance instinctively...and from newton’s second law its obvious
my reaction was followed by a force equal and opposite
after collision red flashes splash my vision
from somewhere a laugh, derision.
i ain’t hearing that. pain and rage make my decision
im on my feet. its in my hand. i launch it with precision.
as my blank mind’s slate is traced
scarlet erased. i fill in the blanks with haste.
there’s blood on my hands. not just from wiping my face.
is fate or karma at play?
i dropped a boomerang now i’m catching case….
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