The Samaritain
Today I helped an
old man cross a
bright, busy street.
Taciturn, somber
he never asked
for help or anything,
cars whizzing by,
office zombies and
children shuffling by.
Only some force of
inexplicable familiarity
laced our heels together,
braving traffic together
nondescript, inseparable
chums from curb to curb,
til we turned a dark corner
and just like that he was
gone.
Copyright © Darryl Davis | Year Posted 2015
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