Now (again) (COVID)


Gold light of this unusual summer

driving there to here on one of

those roads you swear you’ll remember

the way it is beautiful you’ll remember

summer green and seven o’clock

and then there is the sky and we are

listening to old rock and roll and the windows

are open we drive to friends

to their field where we all eat, together

and apart, briefly unmasked.

Prosecco and cherries and for a while

this life resumes.

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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