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1. Urbana, 20
No one met me at the airport
Because I hadn’t told anyone I had come home
Although I’m not sure
it would have made a difference.
I took the Greyhound from the airport
Down the State road, not the highway
Through the endless cornfields
Past the whistle stops and the train crossings
slowing down for combines
and small towns.
I took the long slow ride alone
And was sitting in the kitchen
When Mom got home from work that day

2. Sandburg Village, Chicago, 21
I wish I had paid more attention
That last summer of my mother’s life

Where I lived #10 & #12, 20 and 21

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