What Day is It Today (Corona Virus Poems)


Meeting friends for dinner B.C. Before Corona

seems long ago.  Now a disconcerting

mix of frightening what is happening to

so many people and to this world

sirens and sirens and sirens every night

and wonderful too  the park each day and spring

deep yellow tulips time we didn’t have before to meditate

lucky enough with food  good roof

luxury of this time to consider  how to make

the world more fair how we can continue to fight for workers

do more than  clap, how to use this time

to play a song , say John Prine and Iris Dement singing

one of my all time favorites In Spite of Ourselves,

and then, just listen.

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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