Driving Dreams

Many times, I have had this dream:

I am in a car  I don’t know

how to drive (where are the brakes is

always a question where are the brakes

I think Donald Trump is at fault

but I don’t ever want to dream about Donald Trump

so I try to think of other reasons how to put on

brakes  glide through red lights because

I can’t find  brakes  nervously careening although

I have never before careened and I am worried until

I come to where I’d intended to be

a house with four young children whose house

is it and who are the children and then

as if by magic, the car stops the way it’s supposed to

in front of the brown house

and I just walk inside.

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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