For 32 Years I Have Written This Place (County Route 20)

That’s what sometimes happens with love.

 

You try to explain but words, although so many of them

are wonderful,  words, they can be elegant and orange,  electric

or deep deep green even wild words, no matter how many

you might know, words cannot do justice to what feels like

a dream full of people like Paul he comes to mow

and he talks because there is time and there are trees

and the trees, every single  year, are far more beautiful

than what you could ever remember and there are lilacs

and blossoms without the names they deserve and Paul

tells a story about his mother in law Linda and what she did

before he arrived and he says he’ll come back tomorrow even

though the lawn is mowed for no good reason he will return

just like these trees and this road and this ever present love.

 

 

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.

8 Comments

  1. Somehow, a couple years ago, you and your poems found me. I just want you to know that I enjoy them nearly every day. This rural Midwestern “girl” loves your poetic style, your personal quirky glimpses of your New York City life, your authenticity. THANK YOU.

  2. Totally enchanting, Every morning I wake up to a poem which carries me away … today’s poem is especially beautiful, thank you so much, Esther

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