There is a town--just a train
ride from here--
where June is supreme,
and a thousand suns grace every lawn.

Take a step off the car and find yourself
caught in time.
A glimmering spider's web
populated by shells and memories.

Take a ride with Claude.  
He knows the way best--the solemn horse
who delivers the bread.
And then he'll take you nowhere,
leave you

In a thousand suns,
a sea of suns that shines and
waves and never grows or shrinks.

Go visit the Egyptian's house,
where every tourist goes when they've reached
the golden sea.
The river's dried up, but you can find dessert
like ambrosia.

And if you must, see the graveyard
where no souls go.
Where no bodies rest.
Where no families mourn.

Here we are poets, we
write and live for two hundred years.
We are not supernatural.
We are God's children,
grown just a little older than most.

We have no children anymore.
We let them go long
ago.
Many years ago, before you came here.
Maybe you are one of them.
Maybe you returned to find the truth
of your dreams.

And when you brought
our apocalypse, we tore up our roots
and left you behind,
when you couldn't decide:  sic et non.

And what did you find when you returned home?
they have changed.
You have changed.
And you knew then

Finally you knew where you
needed to go.
So look for the orange trees
like a thousand suns,
and find us where the orchards rise up outside
the towns.

In June and June and June.