After fumbling her wallet to the ground,
She stopped, then stooped.
Pudgy ripples shook her reached arm which could go no further,
Sent swells along backbones like waves on a windy day.
While trembling and spewing measured grunts of energy,
She turned with a trained movement, the bulk of herself
Over to her other arm, delegating the wryest of red faces
To the fingertip-mile she could not travel.
Handing the wallet to her
Felt more like the eye of a storm than a favor.