The Fourth Week in August

not September
not July
we know sweet corn
will not last
peaches either
we plan
our car trip
infinite stops
on the way
Peter’s gift
each summer
Jello museum
Lucille Ball’s home
pie a la mode
where it was invented
how we all live
every one of us
how we all see

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.


  1. Good heavens! There’s a Jello museum? I am from the Midwest, why have I never heard of this? I am jealous……. Thanks for another lovely poem.

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