The ocean looked like a cup of coffee
brown froth cresting with the waves
A beach goers nightmare on a Sony day
No desire to enter the water
then those pesky kids with the frisbee
the wind catches it
Spring, red, yellow, blue and green
reflecting off the sun
climbing up
a few gulls scatter
it drifts higher
and turns outward
hope is lost as it glides now
over the surf
and then down like a knife
cut past the breakers
out there beyond the brown waters
the frisbee is free
in crystal blue waters
floating serene
smiling back at us Charlie and Jane