Unbridled Grandiosity (another dream) (COVID)

 

(Peter thinks this is a Schitt’s Creek dream)

 

I met a woman on West 56th Street we were both walking

she was visiting from out of town

staying with a friend in Harlem

on Kamala Harris Boulevard don’t

remember her name she said she owned a motel

in a small town in upstate New York ideal

place to live   mix of people from

all over the world Arabs Cambodians Israelis

many Africans she said and the town principle was kindness:

residents had to agree to kindness and generosity to helping

each other and not to pass judgement she invited me to visit

to stay in the motel for free and I asked her if this was just

a dream.  Absolutely not, she said.

 

 

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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