Red Canyon Petroglyph
The Kindness of Strangers
On my way uptown, to meet my mother
for dinner, bundled in winter clothes,
I fainted from the heat in the packed car,
lay on the dirty subway floor until the next
stop, when a fireman on his way to work
lifted me, brought me to the fire station.
It was just after my divorce; I felt very alone
and longed for strong arms to lift me up
and carry me to a new life. A forty-year-old
damsel in distress, I sat in the chilly fire station,
lapping up orange juice, chatting cheerfully
with the handsome firemen until I pulled
myself together and went out into the new
life I already had.
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Dana Robbins
Review by Jared Pearce
The narrative here is tuned through the images to create a near fairy tale. And, like all good fairy tales, it magically, wonderfully ends where it begins.