Instinct, by Colin Lichen

Instinct

I hear her call before she falls;

a malfunctioning rear footwear support system,

as they’d describe it in the office.

Smiling and reaching, in apparent slo-mo,

through the speeding grey,

I offer my hand and help her to her feet;

to a smile.

(2012)

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