What Do We Do Now

Here we are in this Odd Time

not the first and not the last

Moe told the story of the stranger who

slept on his couch in Williamsburg

his father was a seltzer deliverer his mother

couldn’t read or write they invited the stranger

with nowhere to live to sleep on their couch.

My mother made him a blanket said Moe.

The stranger lived with them for a year they bought

him glasses took him to the dentist he worked

for the FBI and turned them in the brothers all

lost their CUNY jobs.  Now are you wary of strangers

I asked.  You were a stranger he said.

Now you are a friend.

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.

7 Comments

  1. A good poem about someone no willing to give up on humanity because of a bad experience. May we all learn to give people the benefit of the doubt. Some people say I’m being foolish if I help someone on the street – they may be taking advantage of me. But I would rather “help” someone who doesn’t really need it than not help someone who does

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