My Neighbor Down The Hall

She’s a lawyer from India.  Lives with her sister

who is a lawyer too.  They are shy but yesterday she said

What Do You Do Everyday and when I told her  my days

were all different except for the fact that I do

write a poem more or less every day she said

Why Would You Do That and because I don’t have

a Good Explanation, not really, I said: I Like To

and she gave me the That Isn’t a Good Reason look

and I said Would You Like to Hear a Poem thinking if I could

tell her one that might change her opinion.

But she said No because she was late for work.

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. Whoever heard of shy lawyers? Ver very interesting. Nose to the grindstone, make hay while the sun shines; work too much and delight too little.
    They could be stuck in the wonder and beauty of justice. Nay. If they were; they’d be poets!

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