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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Catherine, frisbee’s do feel uniquely summer and you’ve captured this feeling beautifully in your poem. Love the “live action,” of the poem as the frisbee is tossed amongst boisterous laughter!
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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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Catherine, a summer moment is a joyful one as you provided. The floral digital image touched by the sun is beautifully captured.
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Catherine, who would have thought that such a beautiful poem could be written about a frisbee? I love the picture you are able to put in my head of this sweet game of catch.
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Oh, yes, the do-si-do-ing fireflies! We have so many fireflies this year and I love their beauty.
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