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 streambed:
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