Riding home on a hot night out in the middle of the street,
monster mobile machines whizzing by, their mirror brushing my head, while ever
looking forward for the parked machines and the swinging doors.
Give the monsters space, for any battle with the metal
monsters will be a lost engagement.
Be patient. There is plenty of time to maneuver around the
behemoths with their racks and fins standing head and shoulder tall. Blocking
the sun. Give them room to graze and weave through the concrete jungle.
Even in the grocery, if I am too closely followed, I speed
ahead or even turn down a different isle to get away.
Everyone needs some personnel space. Space to maneuver.
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