Poem: Freeway 280, Poets.org
While reading this I pictured a dust-swept rural farming community. Most of the members of the community are Mexican.
They wore light colored and long-sleeved collared shirts, their sleeves rolled up, and a few of the men have straw cowboy hats upon their heads, hiding their faces from the blazing sun.
It’s an economically depressed area, and everybody drove beater trucks. I don’t know why exactly I pictured this situation when I first read the poem. It is more likely that this area is near the ocean because of the mention of the little houses near a cannery.
It seems the only connection to the outside is a freeway, which the author saw as a way to freedom during his youth. Overall, I couldn’t piece this poem together. I feel like I only understand it on a superficial level because I did not find much meaning or personality within it.
They wore light colored and long-sleeved collared shirts, their sleeves rolled up, and a few of the men have straw cowboy hats upon their heads, hiding their faces from the blazing sun.
It’s an economically depressed area, and everybody drove beater trucks. I don’t know why exactly I pictured this situation when I first read the poem. It is more likely that this area is near the ocean because of the mention of the little houses near a cannery.
It seems the only connection to the outside is a freeway, which the author saw as a way to freedom during his youth. Overall, I couldn’t piece this poem together. I feel like I only understand it on a superficial level because I did not find much meaning or personality within it.
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