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A Poem by Thomas W Case
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Here's a link to my latest YouTube reading. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cNzeVyF51Og

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The ride back felt longer.
I didn’t trust it.

Anxiety told my little mind
something would go wrong.

Same dingy Greyhound bus.
Same ragged seats.
Same tired engine
dragging us north out of Missouri.

But something had shifted.

I kept thinking about my room,
my toys lined up where I left them,
friends I hadn’t seen in months
like they might’ve forgotten me.

School waiting
like a slow sentence
nobody could outrun.

Out the window�"
the land started changing.

Less sky.
More signs.

Gas stations,
faded billboards,
towns stacked close together
like they needed each other�"
Ankeny, Altoona.

I sat up straighter
when things started
to feel familiar again.

A building I’d seen before.
A road that bent the right way.

That old Raccoon River
by Tech High School.

Des Moines
getting closer.
Ready for my wild footsteps
and feral heart.

My brother said,
“I hope Mom’s there.”

I just nodded
and said,
“She will be.”

The bus slowed.

Air brakes sighed
like it had done its job
and didn’t care what came next.

People stood up too early,
grabbing bags,
like getting off first
meant something.

I stayed seated
a second longer.

Just in case.

Then I stepped off
into that familiar heat.
That diesel smell
was a friend this time around.

And there it was�"
her beige Nova
sitting in the parking lot.

And then I saw Mom�"
dimly through the dirty window,
standing in that quilted
rose-colored jacket,
a Virginia Slim dangling
between her fingers.

My heart settled.

© 2026 Thomas W Case


Author's Note

Thomas W Case
New long-form poetry reading on YouTube—featuring work from Aluminum Cowboys and a sneak peek from Searching for Nod.

Watch:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cNzeVyF51Og

Books on Amazon:
https://www.amazon.com/stores/Thomas-W.-Case/author/B0CL2RKDGX?_encoding=UTF8&pd_rd_w=xsU45&conte

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So well painted the images coming through as if out of memory reality is made. The are so familiar and hold the grit of life in them. Nicely Crafted Thomas

Posted 1 Day Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas W Case

18 Hours Ago

Thank you. Much appreciated.
The apprehension built with the journey and then she was there and all felt settled. A lovely piece of nostalgia for this reunion Thomas.

Chris

Posted 2 Days Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas W Case

18 Hours Ago

Thank you so much Chris.
An autobiographical piece here. It captures very well, especially in the last lines, the boy's relief and joy at the moment the reunion becomes assured. But that all reunions could be this successful.

Posted 2 Days Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas W Case

18 Hours Ago

Yes, thanks, my friend.
Beautiful Piece this one, and so dear and precious these holy memories when the loved ones are gone. Exceptional ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

Posted 2 Days Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas W Case

2 Days Ago

Thank you, my friend.
Love the whole thing. I recall coming home on leave the first time and how I didn't feel "right" until I started seeing the familiar buildings and signs. ~Jim

Posted 2 Days Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas W Case

2 Days Ago

I know exactly what you mean. Thanks.

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Added on April 20, 2026
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Thomas W Case
Thomas W Case

Clear Lake, IA



About
Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..