Maybe Middlefield Maybe Something Else

Ever since we arrived in our house thirty years ago, I’ve tried to describe this kind of love to you.

Thirty years
I have tried to tell you
about love, why this
same as any small town
a few low hills
they call them mountains
never been to New Mexico or Spain
in the end impossible
to tell you about love.

Still I can describe
how my heart stops
every single time
on our porch
looking out
long low field
this world
becomes only sounds
birds deep green
I’ve never before seen
even in dreams.

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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