How
many towns? How many places where
I
have lived my life? More than I care to remember.
Places,
as a child and into my teenage years, with one
parent
or the other, at first it was all together, I count five.
That
was before I enlisted in the Army at age seventeen.
Uncle
Sam fed and billeted me from here to Germany in
three
different locations.
After
all that for me, the rent or mortgage came due
once
a month, year in and year out.
No
big deal, most everyone of modest responsibility must pay.
Kansas
City was a three-time city; St. Louis, three times as well;
Albuquerque
was a one-timer; Denver, twice, and Longmont,
Colorado
another two-timer for me. Lakewood and Edgewater,
Colorado
thrown in there too at one residency each.
At
last count, twenty eight places I have occupied for 6-months
or
more in the aforementioned cities—
houses,
mobile
home,
studio,
basement,
and
one bedroom apartments.
For
years and years, throughout my life, more years
and
moves than I care to remember.
And
yet, one consistency was afforded me throughout
my
history here on Planet Earth—
I
have never lived anywhere the rent didn’t come due.
And
as a seasoned veteran of time and place, I can definately
say,
likelihood is, I’m not done yet. Eventually, the crematory or
cemetery
are going to count for something too.
In
and out, up and down, spinning like a top round and round
from
place to place—Life in perpetual motion for me as sometimes
defined
by the uneven lines and random rhymes of my poetry.
-30-
Chris
Hanch 4-1-2020
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