We might be going to have lived a long, long time from now
Now
I want to go to where twin aspens are
I want to go to where twin aspens market was
And there it was, glinting in the stream bed
Metal from another time
Columns collapse and nourish new roots
I look up through stars among the leaves at these two aspens
And forgotten constellations take new form
And I saw
The dream in the wide sky
Come in close
