The History of Towns

The history of towns is always
the history of looking back

Where is the belltower?
There is a tree and it still stands.

A family is only as good as the father
who is gone. A brother

with a son. A daughter who is only
as good as a vase of roses

which meant very good.

I never lived to see—
which did not mean that I had died

before the city had a train
that would have allowed me

to cross the length of an island
and stare at the sea

but there, there I stood.