One Thursday in July

and we will go once again  to the place

where I will try for the thousandth time

I will try to describe how it feels

to be sitting right there on the yellow porch

in the corner where I belong   old velvet

chaise lounge no springs left three times I’ve

had the coils recoiled every week I put

a different cloth on the lounge now Guatemala blue

from a village market in Lake Attitlan short beautiful

women there  one took a picture with me

because she thought I was from outer space

somewhere I have her picture she mailed it

inside and outside the porch is light

like no other yellow isn’t the right word

and that light is what holds us all early and late

and every single day there is light, and even

the darkness has something else and I sit on the lounge

on the blue spread this week  a notebook

a different notebook  a pen or two or three

I try to describe how it feels

to be right there

right there.


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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