funk-spiralled I felt as torrential
in judgement as Noah's proverbial god.
without breaking her conversation
she quick-stepped, tugged his sleeve,
said no, tethered him on the curb.
stooped drunken-swaying he bucked
buckled towards oncoming cars again.
we didn't meet, not a word at me
but she saved me. I'm no Noah but
she restored my faith in good
compassionate action.
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