Boomerang Poetry

by Carl Lindner

Chevron cut
from tree-heart,
the shape

of geese
against the sky,
this thing

was meant to fly.
End over end,
angling into light,

it sings
of the quick release,
the getaway

through what
escapes the eye,
and then

the turning sharp
and tightening of arc-
the over-

the shoulder look-
the swooping back
and down

to where it began.

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