What Love Looks Like

The title of stories, sitting in my drawer.  Could be the title of a book of poems too.

I’ve always watched people

fall in love.

Julia C. Steele

next door on Holbrook Street

in Ansonia, Connecticut  small factory

town I think about it all the time Joe Doyle

Democratic mayor people worked hard

some went to Catholic church

Julia C. Steele a librarian she wouldn’t tell me what the C

stood for I asked many times

one sister named Mary

Mary’s mouth a straight line I saw Mary twice

visited in a light blue dress  you could tell

she wasn’t a love type Julia was softer

she read and read and one day  a green Buick

pulled up to the house  fifth grade teacher named Rose

Rose’s classroom covered with her paintings

she left her husband moved in with Julia C. Steele

in June when school ended they got into Rose’s car

drove all the way to Mexico don’t know what town

and they never came back again

 

 

 

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.

2 Comments

  1. Dear Esther, how exciting to read your 3 poems! Parents in Pajamas: I get such a clear picture! And the 2 on What love Looks Like. I loved the one about the 2 ladies taking off for Mexico. Hilarious & happy & great fun.
    I’ll have to return to your site, little by little. Otherwise I’ll never get anything done.
    Thank you so much for the class! (Too many exclamation marks. But it’s true.)
    I’m very sorry to be missing class Feb 23rd. Doctor’s appointment. But see you the
    week after. So exciting to know you.
    Sarah

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