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.