Trekking through the airport,
Focused on my gate.
A woman sprawled off to the side,
Made a soft, shocked noise.
Immediately surrounded by
A cluster of concerned passersby,
I headed off to my gate,
Convinced there was nothing I could do.
The Acon 1M in my luggage,
There for shock, but tucked so far
In my bag, my brain
I gave not a thought.
And this, after reading just this morning
About the Good Samaritan,
That maybe the priest and the Levite
Had good reason to move quickly on.
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