Gathering a mound of silt muck speckled with bits of shell.
Slurred and vanished beneath the sea's layered tongue
That gurgled back
Groaning from the feast
Suddenly ankle deep in stirring earth
Hurls back his fists
And spanks against the shore
With sand coated trunks
Bouncing up a shriek of startled delight
Taunts indignantly with his chin
To send it back at him
And scoop around a soupy arch
That glops between his fingers
And dribbles down his chest
Huffs a breath of salty spray and halts in stoned reflection.
Fire loops in flecks and twirls
Mirroring the sun
Sun to son
Or other sun
Shrugs and spatters bolting tracks
To catch the ever lapping margins of sea and earth.