Secondary Music (COVID)

Some days we don’t listen

to news  don’t count lawn signs

don’t worry about  unemployment

how this  will end

some days we sit outside

at Angel’s Restaurant facing County Route 23

Angel is from Oaxaca we sit far  enough away

from a Bengali mother with her three children

all eating pizza  big Mexican family two babies

pizza too full moon is everywhere no matter

the circumstances some days it is just a warm

summer night in a place as beautiful as summer

that green those sounds fireflies and a glass of cheap

wine and the knowledge that now

is still August still summer.

 

 

 

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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