By Vita Forest
Shrieking though the crashing surf
Slings strands of seaweed
Festoons his shoulders
Drapes his head
with Rapunzel’s hair gone green or
A khaki feather boa or
Rusty rapper’s chains
Strung with salt-filled beads.
Rolling and leaping over the breakers
Flinging a length of kelp
Over his head
Like the blades
Of the curious open-topped helicopter we watch
Tracing the coastline overhead.
Amid the islands of kelp floating
In and out on the waves
Throwing himself backwards over the
Falling back against the force of the water
Grinning fit to burst.