slippers slap her feet
as she walks the snaking
curve of the street
she stops every few feet
when one or the
other drops
away
phone in hand, debating
if i should call to get her help
but too mesmerized by
the step, the slap, the drop, the pause
to dial the phone today
Aside from the sense that the passenger through life was not quite in full charge of her actions, there was no real reason to dial for assistance for the woman. She was my age, give or take, a little bedraggled and was wearing a house robe, but otherwise seemed to only be suffering from footwear that was entirely inappropriate for her journey. I decided that my intervention was probably not welcome and I put my phone down.
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