Home from Utah
    Footnotes

    “Home from Utah,” New Era, Aug. 1997, 23

    Home from Utah

    The fields swirled by

    in rushing torrents of green,

    sweeping away farmhouses

    and lopsided shacks,

    the pavement pulling me homeward,

    but away from him.

    I said I wouldn’t cry,

    it was only two years,

    and for a noble cause.

    I said I wouldn’t cry,

    but you have to

    for someone

    who pushed you on the tire swings,

    who taught you how to laugh,

    who interrogated every suitor.

    You have to,

    when you see your

    big brother

    grown up.

    Photography by Elizabeth McPhie

    Illustrated by Bryan Drury

    Photo by Rachel Gray