Maybe These Are Better Days (COVID)

Sun, and all that May can be

in a park that remains no matter what happens

three quarters of this country said

they support the protesters who are young

and mixed and marching

and we are reading together

books about blackness books about whiteness

learning what we should have learned long ago

even the Pope and George W and Mattis said

No and Ella Jones the first black mayor of Ferguson

and we can see what we believe and know

of people and hope  and all that is possible

After This.


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 Comment

  1. Good poem. I am glad you see hope. I am afraid to hope after so many years of hopefulness that was dashed. You hope for all of us who can’t.

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