Rewilding the Golf Course   First come the wildflowers, the fairways bright with bachelor buttons and forget-me-nots, bluebirds perching on pin-flag poles. At night the ponds are bordellos of peepers. Hot winds whistle through the thickening stands of cactus taking over the sand traps. The greens are prairies — sweetgrass, bison. Bring it back, let it all return to rough. Bring back eons of glaciers, time-tides of ice, mastodons, saber-toothed tigers, men with flint-tipped spears. Then let the ice retreat, renew the rites of spring, bring back thunder lizards and fronds of towering ferns and cycads, fill clear, warm inland seas with sharks and trilobites.                                                for Jason Mark     © Michael Fleming Brattleboro, Vermont April 2015   (Appeared in Atlanta Review 23:1)