The Last Day of August Right Here

And we still sit on this porch

drinking fake lattes nothing as delicious

as  fake lattes on the yellow porch

knowing endings mean beginnings

knowing there is no such thing

not really even though some people say otherwise

as endings because there will be fall and winter

and spring and then at last another summer

where we will be sitting on the porch

drinking fake lattes nothing as delicious

 

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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