Dart

Your disbelief lasted
three seconds after
I said I’d throw it
on the count of ten. I forget
the look you gave me
just before you ran.
You nearly made the turn
at the garden structure
simmering in baby’s-tears.
It was an underhand
toss with plenty
of spiral velocity.
A thing of beauty has a life
depending on it.
I held a stunned
hummingbird once,
softer than the feathers
I pulled out of you.
It had thrown itself
against a window.
It had wanted in.