September 5 on County Route 20

still beauty here what a small word

beauty is for this: for every single morning

that happen most ordinary part of life

as miraculous as every night

when we see what the sky is what the sky can be

a cooler today different light

even sweaters  morning soft  not hot soft

difference between August and September

I will try to finish my story about Bonnie

at the Rose Motel where Bonnie moved

for winter  dinner at Casa Latina

a friend I haven’t seen for 30 years and  a man

she lives with now and when we return home

dark roads up our soft hill almost a mountain

we’ll sit knowing tomorrow there will be

another morning like this



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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