Bay Rum

for Wendy

Could I buy a deck chair
one with plastic weave, aluminum frame,
nestle into sand of Duck Harbor,
smell the dune grass, sweet fern,
bay leaf. Like a loosed mooring,
or trap buoy that could,
when high water comes, go
drift flotsam on the smell of the bay,
the smell of the bay.
Face full sky above,
sea anemones below,
rub shoulders with angel hair,
dead man's fingers, rock weed.