Purify Poem by Laura Milner

Purify



I wondered if rocks would shift,
letting the dam go free
The water icy;
a chill I could feel right down to my brittle bones

I could throw rocks
and skim the water,
or wash my tainted hands

but instead I reside on a bank -
cold wind cutting at my face
My toes making ripples in shallow pools
detached from lakes so dirty

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