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To My Hometown As I Leave

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November 2, 2021
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You wear time like an old wedding dress,
the white oak roots of your train
reaching down to the center of the world,
the red paint chipping off the farms,"the pink roses climbing the white trellis
of that yellow brick house on State Street.
Once I dug for gold in the creek
winding and trickling through town
but the gold is in the green -
the dandelions and the chickweed
lacing the ground like a veil.
Today, when the purple bluebells ring,
You will meet your king at the altar
And I will be your something borrowed
the sky your something blue.

There's more to this poem.

This poem is an accompaniment to Tommy Welty's article "The Worlds We've Made."
Tommy Welty
Tommy Welty is a poet and pastor in Southern California. He lives there with his wife, Alyssa, and two children, Atticus and Gwen. His writing and poetry has been featured at Christ and Pop Culture, The Curator, Rock & Sling, and on NPR’s All Things Considered. Follow him on Twitter @tommywelty.

Cover image by Sander Weeteling.

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