When Sylvia Came to Visit

she brought her difficult dog Tessie and the dog

ran around for a while and then, in the way

dogs sometimes do,  vanished.  Sylvia, one of those women

who could actually move mountains

if she wanted decided she would immediately

find the dog and she yelled and flailed until we

all fell in line including  Ed the county dog catcher

and then she did what I was hoping

she would not she got into her car and drove up and down

our long dirt road banging on  doors using the Sylvia line:

I lost my husband and now I lost my dog.

A born again family  came with their children

searching searching and there was Tessie

happy in our creek, and Sylvia embraced the family and they embraced her

and she promised us she’d never do that whole thing again.

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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