Devices ‘n that
It seems faith has been renewed
at the vape store this morning.
All that concrete clutter and big
blue smoke has had it’s way with her.
Aspect ratios and minor
affections of those left behind
have cut tracks on her forehead,
but she is of another sprightly coil.
Rear view mirrors have shown
her these things tend to
evaporate—settle into a sharper
pale milieu kept under lock and key.
For now, she carries on making
heads out of tails from customer
inquiries—floats around warmly
lit displays on brown carpet spaces
as if nothing had ever happened.
©️Orion Foote, 2022
Visions of Orion Poetry 