From Dartmouth-Hitchcock   I want to tell you: they look like they know what they’re doing here. I want to tell you: the man we met today, he’ll be a sculptor in reverse — a poet of perfect excision. Just the one little pea, no more. And then we’ll go back to West West, to wood thrushes and red-eyed vireos and the great blue herons rising like pterodactyls from ponds shaded by maples. Maples — they know how summer heals those neatly bored tapholes from early spring. I want to tell you: we wouldn’t have a damn thing different.                                         for Marti     © Michael Fleming Brattleboro, Vermont August 2011