Coming Home

Hard to leave California

because of vacation and movies and 50,000

swimming pools  in Palm Springs

and the redeye was the redeye

no sleep no food small seats many pretzels

but once we were home the cabdriver  Dominican Juan

told us his parents moved from Brooklyn to Orlando

put a pool in back of their house

maybe five times my father’s been in that pool

said Juan. He says there’s more breeze near

swimming pools so every day he sits out there

waiting for the breeze.

 

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.

2 Comments

  1. COMING HOME is a wonderful poem. You make such good writing
    so easy! And yet we know how much of your craft has been earned through hard work.
    love,
    Louis

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