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by Jane Lang if you asked me, "do you remember?" my answer..."yes," secluded, safe harbor gentle cove, houses lamp-lit, a vessel under red-at-night-delight leaving for an evening sail if you asked me, "do you remember?" my answer..."yes," me, the inexperienced crew; he, a sea-worthy captain, and those lines-to-ready, knots to tie—an orange buoy marked safe passage, ready for our anchor if you asked me, "do you remember?" my answer..."how could I forget?" the enormity of his presence, magic nights from sun-filled days: all gone now, all remembered—I ache for him still
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