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Little boy lost his frisbee in the water, tossed too far

It dips under the surface,

for an instant almost sucked into the depths of complete strange

but the rays off the sea off the cliff off the half fog mushy Davenport air

catch the hard blue

found, and back to the game

me and dad now

the flick of the wrist must be just right for a good frisbee throw

[this i know]

so it’s back and forth, each throw carrying with it words and thoughts never spoken but felt

uphold my name and make it see the light

Kian Blewett