Here Goes Nothing

Words are part of another time

Here Goes Nothing people said My Uncle

Abe father’s brother very different from my father Mike

Abe played tennis Mike knew the words racket and tennis ball

he did not hold them in his fountain pen  hands black ink only no blue

Abe would walk into our house at 43 Holbrook

the word was jovial then a card player his wife Bessie said

Abe was a sport Mike was too Talmudic to be a sport

Abe would walk in the door and he’d say not every single time

but almost:

Think the rain will hurt the rhubarb?

Not if it’s in cans.

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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