Gateway
Her voice
a wild deaf-speak
vowel sound
clangs on the mind
clicking eyes
towards them.
She is instructing
from her wheelchair,
he is leaning over her
scrabbling the latch.
Her jaw hangs,
saliva leaks
the semblance of a smile
onto her lips.
The gate springs
and off they speed
he along the path,
she in another place
struggling for the power
to instruct him,
to scratch a way into
our incredible world.
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