GOING TO THE RIVERBOAT BY CYNTHIA LE MONDS

We poor

folk. We 

needing 

dough. We

getting

checks. We

finding 

boats. We

playing

Blackjack. We

spinning

slots. We

drinking beer, 

lots and lots.

It's raining,

Jesus, it's 

pouring. 

We going 

home, soaked

to the bone,

poorer than 

we came. 

February 5, 2021