Salt by Robert James Berry

for Ahila

A word like salt
needs no adjectives
to taste it.

Haunches of ham cure;
they hang saltily.

Thirst of the flat earth
is apocryphally,
a pillar of grief.

But I recall you
rolling sea salt between your
thumb and little finger

splendidly nude

your sight framing the cabbage trees
and a wall of rain, eating celery.

From: Berry, Robert James, “Salt” in Paperplates, Vol. 6, No. 3, 2005, p. 12.

Date: 2005

By: Robert James Berry (1960- )

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