Her ‘chair

Glimpsing clouds above the trees
Pirhouetting on her knees
Whirling round the rubber squeals
Wheelchair tires, ‘chair peels.

Dizzy now she ends the game
Demure, her hands upon her lap
Raindrops land upon her hair
Drenching rain falls on her ‘chair.

Her hand grabs wheel left then right
And slowly she turns out of sight.

Copyright 2007 Ruth Harrigan