Chair

Chair

her eyes weren't on her feet
they were still beneath her hair
she claimed a mis-beguiling air
as she rolled past in that chair
as she sailed past in that chair

framed by the sharp stillness
then they were suddenly there
plumping the bubble with throat-filling care
which blew past with that chair
then curled past with that chair

and I swear I saw her standing
saw a firmness in her stare
courage to show she was aware
as she walked past in that chair
as she walked past in that chair