I started a long time ago
to tell you about this town.
There is a thing the trees
do here with failure.
They blame no one. Look at them
moving in the wind.
I'm here to tell you it takes,
sometimes, a life
to notice they are like a photograph
which is itself
like an afternoon
you have just now remembered.
The problem was always
how to give you the specifics.
But now that I tell you everything
what are you going to do
with the mail box, the water tower,
the front porch, the trees
beside the interstate, all signs
saying where something was?