Weight Lifter

how slender her arms swing
from shoulders raised
straight back proud
a child of storms
black with promise

a river taking the street
rolling out royally
before her

I stop the car
to let her pass

a procession of one
to the beat of the sun
a muscle of being
in the sweat of a June day

she lifts me
without her knowing
the weight
in me or I

her name