Summit Lake

SUMMIT LAKE When snow melts, green mountains slope to the cabin's door. I reach for my pole, its lures like sparkling ornaments and mosquitoes droning a distant highway, hike down to shore. Dragonflies, small black kites, hover above the boat. I drift wherever slow currents take me. Firs part at the bow, slide together under stern. I drop hook and worm, settle back, wait for the pull. MAHiC THALMAiV* MARK THALMAN'S poems will be appearing in The Chariton Review, Poetry Now, The Sam Houston Literary Review and Sparrow. Past publications include Carolina Quarterly and Cutbank. He is an Assistant Poetry Editor for the Northwest Review and received his MFA from the University of Oregon. He has also written a book review of John Witte's Loving The Days which will be coming out soon in New Letters. ROCKT MOUNTAIN REVIEW181 ...