From the Middle

How much of everything is pure Getting ready. Dressing, pushing the button Asquint through its machined furl Only to unbutton, the eyes-open moment Revealed. Ask any animal: nudity isn’t The same as nakedness. Once you’ve seen A dangling, you can’t unsee it, and From that anything might ensue. There’s the rub. Taking the long view You could say the future is romantic I suppose. Also something you Could never do without, though its bric- a-brac is purely theoretical, until It’s arranged. Or not. Then, a miracle?