Reading poems by Poor Louisiana reminds me of fairy tales nuts where, when you break them open, a beautiful dress might spill out. Here a world of significance spills out.


The Only Way to Run

by Poor Lousiana

Running away from sadness is only a sin if you look back.

For if you do, sadness has already claimed you.

The only thing I wished of this life was to be free.

The wind never felt threatened until it saw me run,

Nature itself had even commanded its features to halt.

Take note of a breathtaking sight.