'Vectors of responsibility wiggle, billow, go plop in a puddle of resounding echoes.' Photo: by Robson Hatsukami Morgan on Unsplash.
Circles
Poem by Dana Littlepage Smith
by Dana Littlepage Smith
1st January 2021
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.
