Poem by Dana Littlepage Smith

'Vectors of responsibility wiggle, billow, go plop in a puddle of resounding echoes.' | Photo: by Robson Hatsukami Morgan on Unsplash.

We gauge things differently now
as we walk down the street:
eyeing up personal space.

A man whose dreads unfurl,
mouths his thanks for the room
I make as he legs it past me.

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