Draw inhalations
and breathe out rings,
as the bobber floats,
patiently waiting.

A swig from the flask,
against the mornings cool,
a bullfrog sings from the bank,
and the smell of lake mud.

Childhood memories
swirl up from the past,
triggered by location,
tastes, sounds and smell.

The cork is ****** under,
I set the hook,
and reel in just one more,
memory to be stored and savored.