A Senior's Ride
Watch them coming at me
on the sidewalk, must
think this is the Indiana 500
wheel chair rolling quickly
from his push of love
the man in track pants
leans forward, braces himself
exhausted from the wind
must be his wife in the seat
laughing, eyes dancing
head lolling crazily, enjoying
a headlong rush to somewhere.
I can see myself doing that
some day, perhaps I may be
Whew, 90 degrees by the sofa
a cup of tea should cool things off
perhaps another peek out the window
Sally might come along for avisit
or Harry, now that's a handsome man.
Annie rests in her rocking chair
eyes dim from a busy bowel movement
medicine taking hold.
Maybe she'll make a pan of cookies
peanut butter, the ones hubby used to like
he's gone now, two years this August
sure liked Fall colours that man, and
their trip to Cape Breton, nice then
the children now far away in their own
lives, grandchildren all grown up.
The little old lady falls asleep in her
Nova Scotia DustCar wheels
our guide, a
dusty blur ahead
winking from a curve.