The Stranger

In the early morning darkness,

a man broken in the road.

The cold,

a vulture

threatening to eat him whole.

He rests his head on the concrete pillow,

exhausted

searching for home.

A deeply thickened voice

laced with concern,

absent of judgment

asks if he is okay.

The stranger helps him to his feet.

He feels brutally unworthy,

yet grateful for grace.

Led to his apartment,

his cheap bottle of vodka

and apathetic cat greet him.

He wonders if this

unlikely angel’s hands

kindly wrenching him

from the bottom of a heavy rock

will give him the strength

to pour out the bottle this time.

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