Wonder if water formed in the snowed hills
Is ephemeral or the waters in a tanker here
Over which women fight their loud throats.
All ephemeral things are to reach their seas ,
From the hills and/or inside the water tanker
With the water spilling from top like voices.
Their bodies thirst for water from snow hills
And water tankers, their ephemeral voices
Tearing the quiet of a morning walk to park.