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.
Our path follows us, Knowing that we were never lost, The path of no path. Is it possible to follow someone else to a place only you can go?