Lawn Signs

Signs on the lawn for Republicans


where we live 50/50

weekenders are Democrats

second homes good jobs enough money

went to college even graduate school

they are Buddhists literacy volunteers  eat

vegetables and grass fed meat

two Republican families across the street

one has 11 people inside they all sit on the porch

smoke cigarettes we don’t know how to see

one another don’t know what to say except

weather very hot today for us all

they think we think we are better know more

because of privilege and college a few weekends

ago I met likable Theresa head of the Republican party

she’s a union rep an actress helps seniors

get benefits she talked about

management problems You People she said which

is not a word combination that can ever be good

You People think you understand.

What should we do I asked Theresa.

What should we all do?  Let me buy you lunch

she offered.  I’ll tell you then.


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. Upstate New York, Washington County
    Retired English teacher
    Spent Labor Day tubeing on the Battenkill River
    Did great except when it was time to get off and the River
    Kept rolling along with me still in my tube!
    Rolling out of my tube into the water…tube rolling
    Over my head, a hand reaches out…I take it…
    Are you OK? “No”…he grabs my floating tube…
    Helps me find my footing…guides me to the shore…
    I don’t ask who he voted for. “Thank you, what’s your name?
    “Dave, Thank you Dave”.

  2. I love this poem. It captures our current political divide so well. What should we all do? It’s not clear. How can people view the same situation so clearly, but so differently? We need to talk to each other and try to understand.

  3. Love this poem. Waiting for the sequel about your lunch.

    This morning on public radio news, survivors of last season’s wildfires in rural California were interviewed. One, who’d lost his home, which he’d adapted for his wife, who has MS, and his workshop and all his tools, said he hated asking for help because he was the kind of person who always gave help.

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