We Went to Woodstock (COVID)

Woodstock’s forty minutes away

we walked around in masks even went

to the Woodstock Flea Market postcards vintage

clothes people looked like they’ve been standing there

laughing since 1968 familiar, smiling,  listening to Bob Dylan

maybe even the new album we drank

margaritas ate onion rings I bought a purple

dress from Afghanistan maybe I had the purple

dress once before my earrings have been long

for years still are what does it mean to get

older to get old how do we put together what we

knew once with what we know now what’s different

and what’s the same I had a friend who died a few

years ago named Marc.  Many people in Woodstock

looked like Marc. He had Budweiser bermudas I don’t think

he ever drank a Budweiser beer but he would have been

happy with a margarita or two or three and onion rings.

 

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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