The Path of No Path

In the Middle of Central Gracious and grand convenient and central Spacious. Splendid. Station. Busier than, ... (sorry, unavoidable) Swarming pan-directional legions. Thousands swell to tens of thousands. Myriads of wasps from the ivory towers above mingle with the phalanx of army ants from the canyons below A tsunami of work-a-day burst through every door. North. East. South. West. They come! They Crowd! They mass! 5:03 Flash Mob, five days a week. They are HERE! Shuffle step, one forward, two to the right tightly bound still fiercely independent. forage they must the tunnels of ordinary sameness; Lackawanna, Chappaqua, Mahopac, Webatuck, Naugatuck, Wappingers Falls, Ossining, Matamoras! Departing in two minutes! Close, so very close. Too close. Aqua- Velva mixes with Channel in delicate melange’. Shaken and stirred, with vibrant sadly memorable, pedestrian, urban sweat! Throngingly, the mobile mosh pit must run Boob to back & nut to butt, daily they make their quest for home.