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