find and feel
but in the middle
A middle; America has it, New York has it, land has it, books have it, a room has it, a rose has it and so does a smile.. She had it – a middle. And, as a garment can lose its definition, she’s lost to being identified by any spaces in the between; the burbs and the borough, the city and farm, a life and a living.
Stand where you may, you’ll see her, riding in a life-car. As it passes you by, read whats etched in the middle of the door, on the passenger side, “counterintuive to center.”