Moist Concrete Cake

Spreading like fans, your webbed feet

stamp the moist concrete cake.

Chicken wire mats the beach

raking away clumps of wet kelp.

Your tendrils clench barber poles

and you stagger off drunk. Tomorrow,

a fern's nodding head will uncoil

and hang over its spiraling thoughts.

Crooked panels of an armadillo husk

erect a maze - you duck for cover.

A cougar's scream curls around corners

scattering you into sawdust.

Shiny batons spin like startled confetti

and drizzle upon your peach-skinned cheeks.