Kolelemook            I think it means “good fishing” in Indian.                                  — NEW HAMPSHIRE REAL ESTATE AGENT   My love was chasing rises in the mist — and that’s the line you wanted in a poem to make your pleasure more complete, but this takes time, and weeks have passed since we came home to ordinary cares, to chores and living by calendar and clock, everything we’re supposed to do. So what would you give to be back there now: does the mist still cling to the water, do the kayaks still glide silently through the shallows, do the bass still rise to meet the hatch, do loons still ride the wind, dive and reappear, does the glass surface still reassemble itself, still settle itself and wait for you, until?                                                for Marti   © Michael Fleming Brattleboro, Vermont September 2014