In such unlikely places, how
these women remain voluptuous;
in the queue of a packed check-out
she leans by her silver trolley
and retains an air of open spaces -
a wind-swept heroine
staring seaward from the high ledge.
As she bends to unload
her breasts are trembling, dipped low,
and her bare arms, browned
by a long, long summer,
move with practiced subtlety,
concise, appropriate, rhythmic.
She has danced down long aisles,
gathered cans and loaves about her,
selected and lifted bright globes of fruit -
dallied, then chosen.
And in theses places
simple, daily, un-observed;
in such unlikely places -
remained forever voluptuous.