A Random Act of Kindness
Jeffrey Miller
You must've sensed
my frustration immediately
when you saw me
fumbling and cursing
with the defective
subway pass
trying to jam it
into the ticket slot
on the turnstile.
You could've kept on
going but instead
bought me a ticket
and paid my way
that cold Seoul
December morning.
Kam-sam-ham-ni-da
thank you, I said
in Korean.
Before you rushed off
to catch your train,
you turned and smiled.
Then the rush hour crowd
swelled around you
when the train pulled in
and you were gone forever.