At the top of the hill
by the hydrangeas
I stood on the back of my dad’s wheelchair
and we went full speed down the knoll

all wobbly
and out of control
we nearly plowed through a field of bluebells
blooming in the shade of the beech

a wedding party looked on in disgust
but we stopped just in time,
doused in mud and thick grass
and the unforgiving scent of the sun

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