Indira Rice

Freshman - 598 Points (Eugene, Oregon)

Oregon Trail - Poem by Indira Rice

Oregon, how I miss you.
The rain, more of a mist.
The fog, more like velum keeping secrets.
Your weirdness on every street corner.

The air is permeated with
The smell of perpetually wet grass.
The back of my throat
Tastes the sharpness of Pacific Northwest Fir.
I am smitten with the ivy
Thriving across cracked bricks.
Charming. Unpretentious.

How I long for you still
And all the places that were once my own
When I was a child and almost grown,
Mostly carefree, and slightly reckless.

Intimate faces
Come into focus like apparitions.
A moment here,
A second there.
They know how long to stay
To still and smash my heart
At once.

My home sweet home
Has grown up without me.
I am lost and found
In a visit cut short by Adult-ing.
I am lost again when I say goodbye,
My hands full of chocolate
and music, and shells from the coast.

Topic(s) of this poem: homesick

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 18, 2016

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 6, 2018

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