Naked Joy
The days were long
The cotton was high
—laughter was all they had
The sun beating down
Their hands rubbed raw
—spirit’s conjoined unclad
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2018
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