Spring and Summer and Summer

Summer comes so quickly now

even though winter is long   April was not

spring not really  it’s summer and I wonder

what happened all these months  if I will be able

this summer the way I have forever I wonder if I will

be able to write sentences and poems  if I’ll have patience

I’ve never had  patience I wonder if I’ll be able to

sit still enough to write life down


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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