Diving into Siletz Bay

I’m an angel

I’m an egret

I’m a flounder on a flat wave

Cold holds my breath down

And I choke up kelp tubes and crustaceans

My backstroke shows promise

My armpits targets for seagull deposits

My wristwatch is dead

Honk if you love catching crabs

Dig the bones of driftwood

Fuel firewood or fort

Starchy sand trunks and white whales

What’s a cellphone?