Finding Old Friends Now (Corona Virus Poems)

Because I am a bad sleeper

I listened to James Taylor’s audio book believing

his first 21 years could help me sleep.

Harrowing not lulling still his story reminded me

I hadn’t talked to my college roommate’s first husband Davey in over 40 years.

He and James Taylor were friends in Chapel Hill.

A Maine psychiatrist with a wife three children,  we wouldn’t

have had much time or occasion to talk before. When I called he said

he’d had a happy life: good work, good family,  of course

there had been  problems: diseases etcetera. He remembered

how so long ago  we were all in Washington

a big group of us inside Susan Bissell’s apartment having a party

we heard a rain storm and he said Let’s Go Stand in the Rain

and we all did.



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. Soooo good to hear from you. Indeed a time to look deeper inside for old and almost lost friends. Keep well…and young. I just hit 86. We are very fortunate that our family has not been hit by the virus …at least for now. Looking forward to meeting and greeting you both … here or there..when this cloud has passed on.
    With much love,
    Bob…for me and Ann

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