Poem of the Week: Great Salt Lake, Miriam Sagan

flying over Great Salt Lake
fantastical shapes
rear up
as if to touch
the landing gear's descent

whatever I do
I pray I don't
look back
and turn to salt

east
a leafy house
the dappled shade
crocus, hyacinth
notes of the piano
keys black and white
C major, F sharp

the memory of home
will paralyze
body to crystalline structure
a column--Ionic, Doric, Corinthian--
Lot's wife is the refrain

still, it seems to me
someone should grieve
these cities on the plain.