Glass Poetry Press

Volume One Issue Two

Janice D. Rubin

Interstate 5

Driving Interstate 5 from Eugene to Portland I pass Albany pulp and paper boxcars, filled with sawdust. "The Lucky Eagles" Casino sign, mile posts that fly by like a bullet train shout out the distance to go, motels with a view of the beach. Green state highway signs announce the radio station for a weather report Harley motorcycles manufactured homes. While traveling in France I went to see One Flew Over the Cuckoo Cuckoo's Nest filmed in Oregon during the credits a flash of Interstate 5 rolled by. Homesick for the winding black ribbon that runs up and down the valley rock quarries, horses lying down to rest in the fields along the highway rain drenched Sundays. I took out my wallet and held my return ticket between my palms.