Women at the water tanker

Ephemeral are waters formed
In snow hills melting by a sun

And the water in water tanker
Here over which fiery women

Fight in their diagonal throats.
Ephemeral things reach seas

From the hills and the tankers
And by women’s wet voices.

Their bodies thirst for waters
From mountains and tankers,

Their ephemeral voices break
The quiet of a morning walk.