Louisiana Cry

Sweat rains down
on Louisiana faces.
A bitter sweet  history
 in swampy
 moss covered nights.
A pungent gift
from honeysuckle’s
 short lived stay.
An infant’s cry
penetrates his
mother’s heart.
Sugar cane waits
 for the duties of workers.
A daylight occupation.
 A rich culture filled
 with food and music.
French and Spanish
 accents  remain.
 I want to go there
and breathe in
the warmth
of a winter’s
day.

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