Louisiana Weather - Poem by Shaye Anderson
It smells like cereal.
Maybe, it’s the morning rain.
Maybe, it’s your hands.
I shouldn’t have mentioned it at all.
I’ve gotten so used to rain boots and umbrellas
That I’ve forgotten how to be wet,
So, I don’t cry.
So, I can’t cry.
You can’t shout “benevolence! ” with your eyes closed,
No matter how hard you try.
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