Purity of the Body

The purity of the body --
unfiltered,
settles like a soft spring rain.
Her boundaries are gentle.

Green grass on rolling hills,
ivy-colored stone walls.
Grazing sheep.
Misty rain.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019



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