Rosmarie Waldrop
SALTWOMAN WHERE THE AIR PROMISES
she moans
(they've torn up the hill)
moans the health out of her walking
sheer moving
deepens the skin
with refractions of sky:
blue tinge
water standing:
a second voice
salt
comes off her arms
raw diet pulling the body
and the wind kicks
at the lake
at the light
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Copyright Rosmarie Waldrop 1980