The busy sidewalks of downtown Chicago.
Her cane came into contact with a pile
Of shoveled ice. I told her what it was.
She just said yes, and stepped around the ice
And waited at the curb while cars sped by.
I told her when the light had changed to green
And walked beside her while she crossed the street.
Ahead of us a truck rushed through its turn,
Cutting a corner right across our path,
Impatient to be on its looming way.
I found it slightly frightening but the woman
Seemed totally oblivious and I thought
What bravery, what trust, coursed through her veins.
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