Indolence   Indolence is underrated, sez me — and wool-gathering, and lassitude, too — some time without imperatives, the key   that unlocks the heart from its jail of do, do, do, its prison of purpose. So be, be, be! I’m dreaming of Spider Lake, you   in the pedal boat, casting for bass, me in a kayak, nowhere else to be — blue skies and a moment of eternity.                                                        for Marti     © Michael Fleming Putney, Vermont July 2022