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

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