Tossed, dropped it freefalls
so easily
through the willing, complicit sky
A slender wind
pokes, nudges, guides
misguides
A squall of warm air slurs the speed
the metal orb
floats, a jewel-red plum
parachuting, an overripe peach
spit from a god's bitter lips
On deeded sand
it lands, or settles in a bent cedar limb
A girl
riding her brother's shoulders
is curious
A boy
finds a new toy --
ball, puck
piñata
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