Rosmarie Waldrop
SALTWOMAN CARRIES HER LOAD TO THE SEA
this shore
silted with waste from our bodies
it'll wait
the water
moves the fish
reluctant to resist the water
shallows
across them the stones crawl
a salt dream
forgets to recede into the ribcage
then all is steep
and wavering
the knife-blue air
rushes through our pores
open
so open
to its sudden drowning excess
common occurrence, and well,
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Copyright Rosmarie Waldrop 1980