I will never be able to walk around in this town and not see you
You are what the bricks are made of
You are the crests of the cliffs overlooking our lake
You are the rhythm of the waves on the concrete breakwater
You are the potholes, the asphalt, the sidewalk, the city square
You are the gulls that follow me, the ravens that conjure me
You are the divots in the limestone they dredged out of the lake
You are the first brewery, built before we even had a courthouse
You are the sweeping illnesses that perpetually knocked us back
You are the halved headstones in our oldest cemeteries
You are the belonging of me to this place you are