Forgetting   Remembering means exile. You might be Napoleon on Saint Helena, reliving every victory, every defeat   where no one cares. The rest of us, we’re good at forgetting. We’ve filled a distant sea with islands for our castaways. The woods   conceal the lost cabins across the river. We just don’t want what you were. We couldn’t care less about what you have to give.     © Michael Fleming Dummerston, Vermont March 2022