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Heaven At the River
It was the kind of heated up August that fried toads
My sisters and I sneaked off to the riverbank
Don’t get wet! Our mother warned us
We emerged ourselves into the cool water
The only animal around was a robin
But we jumped in fully clothed anyway
Knowing by the time we returned home
We would be completely dry
This feels like heaven! My oldest sister said
Corn isn’t going to shuck itself! The baby chimed in
We laughed at our silliness, loving being sisters
Glorying in the relief we had found on this hundred-degree day.
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Caren Krutsinger
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