Rosmarie Waldrop
SALTWOMAN MUCH TO THE SURPRISE OF
around her face
a region
like water
the fog wins
every time it is sincere
breathing
why of course
the mystery
too legible
shifts her fears to the lilacs
the place where they don't invite her
we choose more often
these prejudices
cubed lake
with this, Saltwoman,
I ask for your body
we could drive
through a headache
and break through our
liberation, the terror of it next poem >
Copyright Rosmarie Waldrop 1980