SNAP

A carpet of dewy grass
Squidges between my toes
A gentle breeze kisses my left cheek
And the sun struggles to peek
Through the gray gauze of sky

Snap!
A whish of wind
Rushes past my ear

Tumbling end over end through the air
My bent missile threatens
collision with the distant trees

It veers left, away and up
Challenging a passing seagull
It follows a wide arc
Like an insect circling
before it lands

Then for a brief moment
While it hovers
Over the chosen landing spot
I see the sun peer through
The spinning sundog
Of my boomerang

Lower and slower
it settles to the ground
Landing neatly
in my outstretched
Waiting hands

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