I am thinking of projectiles:
the toss of a rock and a teargas canister
multiple arcs of a stone bouncing on water
the throw from the bounday
accusation in court
a token of love into a trashcan
as an orchestra goes silent
a prayer for a child unconscious
a shooting star disappearing into target
color-throw from one end of sky to the other
and a thought, a plea and a voice
moving across the uneven earth
and through other trajectories
coming to rest on a singular card
that says ‘heart-locked’
and concludes ‘yours’
but perhaps
but perhaps
not just mine.
