RAYS (7)

I spread our large bright-striped beach
the beach, the incoming cool, damp
swirling girlfriends flopping on the sand,
dark glassy heads protruding at all angles.
spin and tumble across the sand
pulling themselves beyond Their gills
in and out for air. dance. kick
mud on the backs of legs
slippery, squirmy, and quick
pulse racing back into the salt
attract lure They are oval beech leaves
dark gray-blue sides and bellies.