I'm leaving Oz.

I've been clicking my heels
Since I saw the golden fields
Fade away out the back of our van,
Frances the cat mewing beside me.

It was hard to let go of
Thunderstorms and tornado warnings,
The smell of my uncle's farm,
My grandma's salt licks,
Waiting for the deer she loved.
Every time I thought of home,
I saw the Taco Bell on the corner.
Dillon's, red cursive bright against the tan building,
the D always looked like a G.

I'm still clicking these heels
And it seems I have finally got a pair
Of ruby red shoes,
and as they click this last time,
the Kansas sun catches their sparkle
and I land safe in the flaky Midwestern snow.