Once

I didn’t like the word once.  Once it was easy

to leave  walk out the door

without thinking much of what I was leaving

once I went to Spain for four months

a little velvet bag  12 pairs of earrings

books I read and left on the way once in Spain I wrote

most of a novel in long hand Mango Tango  some words tangoed

I worked in a hotel in a town in Spain unencumbered

the word vacation wasn’t a word either and every single day

was summer a summer that meant Barcelona and my own

bad Spanish and not thinking   life would be

different from those days although those days are

my life just like these when I pack thinking a little

about weather and needs still taking earrings a few

notebooks  a novel right there although the dance

not a tango it’s still a dance.

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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