after yoga class in Leeds New York

unusual teacher Tara holy in an unholy way

she does not elongate she gently moves

we do too after class when I am stretched I walk

to the car on Main Street in Leeds a small place

Betty’s Diner the main attraction, and Betty,

and a man named Frank  youngish man I no longer

know how old people are Frank is just younger he comes up

to me with a piece of paper and a pen Will You Give Me

Your Autograph he says after introducing himself

as Frank and I in a yoga mood a little bit mellower say sure

not thinking Who Does He Imagine I Am and I write

Dear Frank Dear Frank Yours in Leeds Esther Cohen

and he reads my words, very slowly, and looks up so

disappointed and I don’t think to ask until he walks away

who he thinks I am.


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.

1 Comment

  1. This poem gave me a lovely laugh out loud moment which is lasting, even as I type this message! I do hope you can find out who in the world he thought you are. And I must say, with that shock of red hair, you do LOOK LIKE SOMEONE FAMOUS, who it is ain’t exactly clear (forgot what song this last phrase comes from).

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