When My Foot was Wet
The Mississippi River seeps through the concrete, the grass is smushy when you step.
“Oh, drat.” I lift my leg. “My foot is wet.”
Well, no wonder. The sole has separated from the body.
My foot is having an out-of-body experience.
I’m having fun, running the dog through the parking lot. She tears in circles, herding imaginary sheep.
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