Another Dream (Covid)

(I don’t usually remember my dreams. I do now.)

I am driving again.  I still don’t like

driving.   Stick shift silver car

not new  I drive to the Bronx to a street that feels

like I’ve been there many times.  I grew up

in Connecticut not the Bronx but maybe

I once knew someone well who lived

on that street entirely familiar apartment buildings

and after I park the car walk for a while up and down

the street  I try to remember

what it was that I knew.

 

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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