Here in This Place

Here in this place, where mountains ne’er climb.

Here in this place, where no ocean waves sweep

ashore. Here in this place, neither desert sands

spread wide nor jagged coastline defines. Here

in this place, set out far and away in the rolling

Heartland middle of it all, where fertile farmlands

grow green in summertime, where the two Kansas

Cities bustle on both sides of the Missouri-Kansas

State Line. Here in this place, where the apartment

complex lawn service has not shown up in nearly

two weeks to mow, where in this place and time the

nut grass crop has grown wild nearly two-feet tall.

Here in this place is where my two small dogs

damn near got lost this morning in the weed

when let outside to go pee.

Chris Hanch 8-23-19