wing mirror
no longer 
will the blocker 
barge across the laden 
to huff 
deluded injured innocence
 
no longer will the natterers 
natter at their meet 
in the narrowest part 
of the narrowest path 
wits beyond them
 
i have walked the city roads 
it’s now become necessity 
to ensure that all 
without the wit to see around 
wear wing mirrors
 
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