Rural fall

   
    
    
 

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washing off the dust

On a Sunday
with epic heat
that rises in waves
off the pavement
we decide to escape
with a drive to the river

windows down
over railroad tracks
past overgrown yards
and run down old barns.

I have to resist the urge
to explore each one.

We walk cautiously
over rocks in the
shallow water
then dive in.

We enjoy the shock
drinking in the coolness
and washing the dust off.

We swim to the other side
discussing a stream we find
that feeds the river.

We touch the old
lock pieces that once
carried ferry boats
full of people

and wonder
who they were,
those who used to
cross through here.