And Then

and then it will be
the end of summer
yellow turns orange
and then it will be
a different September
where you and I
are September
and then we will both
of us knowing what
September means
we will take a car trip
driving somewhere distant
as beautiful as August.

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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