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.

6 Comments

  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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