My Beautiful Ideas   They come to me — these wonderful ideas — unbidden, unexpected, unforced, yet commanding my attention and agreement   that they’re beautiful, true, brilliant, sassy. They sing bel canto, as frail and free as butterfly wings, unlikely to last   unless I capture them, unless I set them down in just-right words interred in glass decanters. Most of them, I just forget.     © Michael Fleming Brattleboro, Vermont March 2026