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For Melissa
I struggled to find my ground in the bustling downtown market.
The fruit sat patiently
tempting me past rows of people
layered thirty or more deep.
As I poked my head up for air
trying to regain my bearings and keep my vision focused
on the exotic feast to be had ahead,
an elbow met my stance and knocked me to the ground.
With feet tumbling over bottom
I find myself puddle drenched and angry
beneath the foot of my antagonist.
His fleshy hands reached down and scooped me up
like a doll with his strong hands digging in my moist armpits.
Just as I parted my lips to deliver my angry revenge,
he reached in his pocket and slipped a token of his apologies in my hand.
I stood motionless and for the first time my eyes met his.
I was astonished to find a pair of eyes wound with kindness.
He took the tear shaped bracelet and slipped it on my wrist.
I could feel my mood begin to change and I forgot all about the fruit I came for.