Open Page, Friendly Ducks

My shower damp head
Faces the lake spray acute
Gusts match preening for vigor
As the afternoon sweeps me back to the ocean 

I'm sitting and wandering
Looking at my friends
Wondering if that reciprocal title
Applies; synonym closeness 

When we smell each other, accept
My cappuccino body is the lake's wave cap
As I crest the tips to the misty edge 
Looking my heron in the eye
Until I possess everything nearby