Frisbee
Boisterous laughter
fills the air at dusk.
A frisbee, as orange
as the setting sun,
is launched across
a field.
Fireflies do-si-do
as it crosses their path
and sails
into an outstretched hand.
Draft © Catherine Flynn, 2026
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You captured a moment of summer perfectly. And those moments do tend to fly away from us a quickly as a frisbee, or the flash of a firefly.
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Moments of summer, Catherine! Orange skies, dusk spent outdoors, a frisbee flying from hand to hand. Precious!
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This poem reminds me of the frisbee that Leo made out of two paper plates using hole punches and pipe cleaners. He launched it in my living room and it is now stuck on a high shelf. Not quite the romantic image of summer from your poem.
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Those fireflies do-si-dohing!! We haven’t seen as many fireflies this summer, and it’s been a minute since we pulled out the frisbee. Will remedy! xo
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Thank you for this lovely small frisbee moment!
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