We Don’t Want Summer to End

 

nothing like summer even when it is too fast

too full of incident not enough of those slow days

even when the president is this one and when

there were heat waves and rain storms and many guests

and laundry laundry and trips to the store to buy more rose

more gin more prosecco more cashews and my friend Delores

didn’t feel well even when it’s not the summer of childhood

with all those days and days because summer, older summers now,

is still summer and there are still and always will be Those Nights

Those Days that only happen no matter what in summer.

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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