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.