Subway Strangers

I often meet strangers

on the subway and sometimes

I intend to see them again.

Yesterday I met a man

who said his grandmother

died in 1967 at the age of 92.

She was born in France.

What a bitch he said.

Still she had 3 husbands.

I had to leave the train

in the middle of his story.

He gave me his card

In case I wanted to hear more.

 

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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