This is easily the best street photograph I have ever taken. Those with longer memories will recall it, I think. It is literally the only one I have.
There is no concept of composition at all in here. What is compelling, if anything, is the human drama in it. Content rules over form. I could have straightened it, but it is a straight-up fake Winogrand in several different ways, made wilfully by me before I decided that I didn't have the patience for the form, and maybe lacked the skill (it's hard to tell between just being bad, and just being impatient, the keeper rate is so low either way).
I suppose there might be some rule of composition, or some theory, with which this complies, but I assure you that I was thinking no such thing. At best there is a certain sense of not-quite-balance that is about right which you could ascribe to it, if you were generous. But in the end, I'm just copying Winogrand.