Back HomeA Poem by Thomas W CaseHere's a link to my latest YouTube reading. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cNzeVyF51OgThe 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.
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5 Reviews Added on April 20, 2026 Last Updated on April 20, 2026 AuthorThomas W CaseClear Lake, IAAboutThomas 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.. |

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