There are still weekends, even though it is summer

Friday even though it’s summer
friends come to stay with us.
Thirty one years of summer Fridays
we all sit together on our porch
more than a porch when I wish
every single Friday that I could
photograph or paint to hold these Fridays closer
to have them still on Mondays
after the towels are washed dishes put away when I
am back on the porch trying to write down every word.

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.

4 Comments

  1. Dearest Esther, You touch all of us with your subjects. I’m amazed how you paint an entire story with a few strokes. Thank you for that magic. Did you get my email telling you I’m moving to Marblehead, MA in September when there’s an apartment available and would love to hangout with you all on your porch in upstate NY and help wash the dishes after. Love, Kathryn

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