Poem: 400 N going West

I feel it in the rain

whatever’s coming

checked the creek go’n over the bridge

had a hunch it was flooding

and it yep the stream was lapping the banks

my guess forty-seconds to two-minutes without a rain break

and there’ll be water touching the edges of the dip in the road

if it keeps up I’ll have to take Greensburg home.


@bykaileyann

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Another poem about Indiana (sort of). Exploring the theme of “coming home” for #MilytheMillennial

I don’t mind finding reasons to talk about home,

in fact it’s how I pay mind to the things that matter most

for me
at least;

being born someplace battles with being from somewhere –

I learned a little later that I was a boilerplate hoosier
of the most Leslie Knope sense of belonging somewhere.


@bykaileyann

“Ramblings from the Crossroads of America”

A poem about my home state, Indiana.

Oh, I love Indiana sunsets
Highlighter pink cloudy streaks
The horizon’s green if you stare right at it – 
The gleam of Venus – Mars? – one or two stars –
Piecemeal puddles shining out in the cropped cornrows – 
Or were they beans this season?
I wasn’t there to see a sunset last September,
But I’ve seen five-thousand pieces of the sky
Reflected in the fields of my family’s old farmland –
What I’d give for just a sit, I admit…
On my old porch past Greensburg Road,
Muggy breath that smells of sunbaked grass 
And dirt
Flat plains – Wide Open!
Earth and sky – to see the Harvest Moon rise!
Thoughts of Indiana sunsets make homesick Hoosiers glow.


by Kailey Ann