Which excerpt from “Freeway 280” by Lorna Dee Cervantes best exemplifies the theme of home and belonging?
La casitas near the gray cannery,
nestled amid wild abrazos of climbing roses
and man-high red geraniums
are gone now.

But under the fake windsounds of the open lanes,
in the abandoned lots below, new grasses sprout,

Once, I wanted out, wanted the rigid lanes
to take me to a place without sun,
without the smell of tomatoes burning
on swing shift in the greasy summer air.

Maybe it's here
en los campos extraños de esta ciudad
where I'll find it, that part of me