I saw a man on the beach
yelling about seaweed.
He sunk down into the sand,
hurling words at the ocean.
Oh, sweet brown algae!
the man hollered;
how I long for your blades
and pneumatocysts!
Manically grabbing handfuls of sand,
he flung it up to the heavens,
his mouth frothing
and his eyes crazily darting.
However, I’m pretty sure
it was just a cry for kelp.
