As I stand near the top of a hill
Near a sidewalk
Near a road
Near a big city,
I realize that I am alone
Belie the fact that my neighbors
Are stuck inside,
Watching life on a device.
I am reduced to red-green-blue-yellow glows
Of those televisions to be seen
Through windows mostly covered by drapes.
Our lives covered by fenced yards,
Automatic garage doors,
And minivans with tinted windows.
As nothing moves for minutes,
My assumption and assessment
Is that I have found
Hell right here
Still, it’s pretty nice
In Lenexa, Kansas