there is something comforting
in home
no matter how much you hate it.
the first time i saw an ohio license plate
in a week
i felt a wave of calm pass over me.
it's when you start recognizing names
on the highway signs
because you've been there.
and when the traffic cones reappear
on the edges of wet roads.
(they are seemingly infinite.)
when you can start counting down:
in 51 miles
you can be in columbus.
and when the sounds of planes
in the air above you
are a constant part of life.
YOU ARE READING
a last note from your narrator
Poetrypeople write because no one listens - h.h. a collection of short stories written in various points in my life. mostly bad points. fair warning. title from the book thief by markus zusak i...
