Boomerang


Just

when

we’ve

settled

in separate

ponds

when

the

sediment

of our

separate

lives

has

sunk

to

the

bottom

you

lob

in

another

hello

a boulder

that

crushes

the

new found

calm

and

silence

that

then

smashes

into

settled

debris

sweeping

it upwards

back into

our

lives

couldn’t you

just be

a freed

bird

why

must you

be a

boomerang