My Last Monday in the Country (for a While) is Today

And what I want to do today

because it is the last Monday here  for a while

when I can decide what can happen

besides this poem and a story that maybe

I’ll finish maybe not  and  later a glass of vodka for

B.B.King’s 94th birthday  a walk to the post office next door

not for  stamps but to hear this summer’s postmistress

explain what happened  over the weekend (not much

though her explanations always worth a walk) and maybe

then I will drive to the Buddhist monastery in South Cairo New York

unlikely place for Buddhists and monasteries

but here we are here we all are for now

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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