Thanksgiving in Hometowns

For thrum of yellow through sycamores
and slant of sunlight through milk jug’s

rounded edges. For gold-ignited summer
and star-spangled boneweed on the road.

For the scarecrow in my mind
that calls me back a million times.

The November sky is a freshly-pressed shirt.
Leaves start unfastening from their branches.

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Kate Wylie is a softball coach and writer living in St. Louis, Missouri. She graduated from Webster University in 2018 and is currently pursuing her M.F.A. at the University of Missouri in St. Louis. Her work has previously appeared in Visitant Lit and Sublunary Review, with more forthcoming in 2River View.