Lori Boulard - 01 Layers

She rushes ahead, laughing
into the pouring rain
ignoring my desperate pleas
to wear a coat.

She's right, you know,
to live unarmored.
We spend our adult
lives longing to shed
the layers we amass
and return to naked
wonder at the world.

How can I explain
my true fear is not the rain,
but the beasts
that move among us
wearing overcoats.

Lori Boulard

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