A NEW FRIEND’S RECOLLECTION

She was not a prostitute

nor was she  a substitute for one.

Nor was she destitute.

 

A man thought she was —

not destitute, but a prostitute.

 

She was a tall blonde —

the type preferred

where she was at the moment —

a very bad section of Rome.

 

She was far from home

and  more familiar with the Pentateuch

than with any prostitutes.

 

A missionary

contrary to the expectations

of the man who incorrectly

sized her up.

 

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