An Ode to Ithaca:
An Ode to Ithaca I love you in your summer, In your warmth and in your charm. I love your mountains, your gorges, Your earth and your gray sky. I love your quiet beauty, your caring cautious hands. I love the way you smile, its contagious, And I love the way you dance. You sway, you breathe, You hold me, and you tell me it's okay. So I cry and I fuss, I defy because I must But I know that you are right. I know that I must go. So I flee leaving part of me In Ithaca My sister's home. If ever there were a place deserving of my sister, it's Ithaca. The place has a beauty I can't quite put to words (though I try because I must). I love the people. I love the scenery. I love the way it makes my sister's eyes light up when she sees it on a map. I love that stupid place, its shitty tacos, its college students, and its trashy front lawn solo cups, and I know that you do too. I can't pick a fight over this, but I'm sure that you can. So I'm w...