The Day After Thanksgiving

The Day After
is always a poem

We cooked and cooked all of us
by the time Peter put our megaturkey
on the table near Bruce’s glamorous
flower arrangements by the time
our 36 guests arrived some didn’t come
snow flu pulled back
7 Tibetans went to Woodbury Commons they chose shopping
over Turkey 36 guests arrived
we loved most of them Bonita
always a forgiveness challenge
Bonita on Ferguson
Bonita on cats versus humans
I keep thinking Bonita has to have
another side maybe not
Shelly brought a new light machine
maybe i eliminated some inflammation
the machine helped me look like Houdini
Chesray and Noah made samosas
Aurora fried polenta
Phyllis baked gluten free coconut cookies
gluten free an odd new hobby
Edite and Keith came from Maine
friends filled our house they were
funny and loud and messy spilled
into rooms we made each other laugh
we were every one of us glad to be
right here glad to be

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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