The View from Hinsdale Bridge   Look north: we get to live here, storybook town, spires and October lights on the banks of the Connecticut, and Whetstone Brook and the sky, forest, and hills: we’re here. Thanks.   Now turn south: same river, same shine, a rusted- out railroad bridge (nice enough). Full moon rising over Wantastiquet. Why trust the nuke down there, forever? That’s us, too.   We get to live here. Tomorrow the boats will appear, gliding silent through the mist, solitary sculls, rowing just to row, to be here, to look back on all of this.                                                          for Marti     © Michael Fleming Brattleboro, Vermont October 2011