Rosmarie Waldrop
SALTWOMAN OPENS THE DAMP WIND
imagine a
desire that fertile
then there to the north
it would open
day of thirst
already I've killed
vertical
surrounded by city
its varnished breath
rain?
good water standing
on the ground?
finally the sea
the fierce light it flings
it will pass me by
long ago
a breeze in my head
remember the gratitude of hunger:
they're innocent
these kids
of the taste on their teeth next poem >
Copyright Rosmarie Waldrop 1980