POEM: IN THE HEALTH CENTRE CAR PARK

This is my post # 310 on Project 365 + 1 -  a poem that fits with my earlier hospital poems. We're on the home run - only 56 poems or other works to go before the project ends on January 1. More guest poets and artists have arrived for November.

IN THE HEALTH CENTRE UNDERGROUND CARPARK

He props against the car

waits patiently expectantly

She lugs his fold-up wheelchair

out of the car

Not enough disability parks

her space is cramped

He sits in the wheelchair

She attempts to adjust a footrest

bends from the hip

to save her back

hair not quite sweeping the ground

cheeks flushing

Caring is like that some days

tangled

arse up

not caring