Last night I watered all the dead trees

I'm walking the old row of elms on Beech Avenue with a garden hose that keeps kinking, and every trunk is dry as tinder except the one I lost to oak wilt — it's leafing out again, bright green, like it never left. I keep telling the neighbors it's just a little water, no big deal, but my hands are shaking. Woke up feeling like I'd pulled off something impossible and lost it the second I opened my eyes.