A Moroccan Man and Woman I Did Not Know

met them at a party last night

he gave me his Arabic translation

of T.S. Eliot’s Four Quartets his wife

a book of her Arabic poems I did not

bring my books for them

trays of food hard not to eat it all

deserts from phyllo dough honey and nuts

orange slices with cinnamon

stories of life and life  here

for four years from Morocco for work

three boys rented house in Pelham

round and full entirely present arms open wide

my first trip to the Middle East  crazy impossible

place  hard not to want to live there

with people like this man and his wife  and yet

she’s been in New York  four months now she said

Anyone Would Want To Live Right Here.



Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

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