Progressive Poem, Line 4

Here's the poem with today's line added. Be sure to visit Laura's post to read about her thinking in creating this line.

She lives without a net, walking along the alluvium deposits of the delta.
Shoes swing over her shoulder, on her bare feet stick jeweled flecks of dark mica.
Hands faster than fish swing at the ends of bare brown arms. Her hair flows,
snows in wild wind as she digs in the