Sharon in Bloom

Sharon, a rose in full bloom,
blasts through her days
on a pair of silver jet-skates
child on one leg, co-worker on the other.
She waves a list of do-nows,
the crush of the world on her curls,
brain calculating answers and news,
hands whirling phones and mixing bowls.
Behind her kicks out a sonic boom
a voice that guides us through the night—
when she shakes off the now-dones
to sink into the tub, roots reaching down
into the river-soaked earth.