Ode to projectiles

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 

not just mine.