Snow Day Two, or Fish

Takes a while
to realize
where I thought
I meant to be
was somewhere else.
Day I planned looked
different from this day
and so was the sentence
I meant to write.
In last night’s version
of my sentence,
a sentence in a dream,
the very first word was fish.

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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