Some Sort of a Samaritan?
Good?
Bad?
I don’t know
But I saw a guy bent down near a truck tire
I pulled over and approached him
From the wrong angle
To see if he needed help
And scared the bejeezus out of him
He gasped and exclaimed
OH Goddamn!,
Clutching his chest
I quickly apologized for startling him
He said it’s fine, no worries
Just cleaning my whip’s wheels
Man, I just got stoned and was knee-deep in thought, cleaning this thing up — just shining my rims
We laughed heartily and went back
To our respective tasks
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I love how this poem captures not only a moment but an emotion with simple elegance. What a delight!