Rosmarie Waldrop
SALTWOMAN AND THE FAILING LIGHT
unborn breeze
breeze cupped under the still air
I want more than this my body
a branch dips down from the maple
promises
tomorrow in the east
an instant out of the body
an instant
to count the cats
they cause the dark
torn shape from shape
whole days thrown into the trashcan
energy sparks outward
forest fires
in faraway places
Saltwoman's dying quicker now
protesting handshakes
the lake indifferent
two views hope for morning next poem >
Copyright Rosmarie Waldrop 1980