The Nest

The middle of the road
is where people live

The middle of the road
 is where our hearts sing

The middle of the road
it raptures and calls 

The middle of the road
—a home for our wings

(The New Room: March, 2023)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Turner Avatar
April 4, 2023 at 9:30 AM
Yes, staying in the middle can keep one grounded. Another fine write, Kurt:)
Behm Avatar
April 4, 2023 at 11:59 AM
Thanks, everyone needs a strong base.
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