Kind Faces

in a moment of true tragedy when reaching, grasping for anything to stop the blood from gushing to hold the bone so that it will not tear permanent damage & the first person to discover just what has happened may flee the scene because they don’t want to be involved or they just don’t have the time in the busy life they chose, there eventually arrives a kind face, that is, if you are reading this, as i am writing this, someone, somewhere along the way regarded the situation in which our own ability to fend for ourselves, being hindered (with an open-ended time frame), was one in which they could in fact be involved & they did have the time in their own busy life to at least drag our bleeding selves from the street to the curb or to heave with the heimlich & though such an instant may be fleeting & though such a face may never be seen again, one is left with the want that they may some day get to personally thank such a face--- pure & simple.