What comes back

the tension on my back tightens

My arm extends backwards

My focus is heightened

I lean into the throw

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With percussion and power

Trust and proper force

I throw the boomerang

And watch it take its course

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It departs my grip

As the tension in my arm is released

It breaks away and soars

And begins to fly into a dip

As it stretches and breathes

It begins to turn

As it spins and twists freely

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It cuts through the air

And spins back toward me

It snaps as I catch the fair throw

Smiling, as I get ready

For the next pivotal sling.