Hometown, from the highway (Meghan)

Hometown, from the highway

Through slanting sun I squint at home

while shoulders shudder memories:

a lilac bush, a boy-thrown stone,

through slanting sun I squint at home.

But how to conjure time and roam,

to glut these lungs with grass-stained knees?

Through slanting sun I squint at home;

my shoulders shudder memories.