What Happens in Sarasota at Mark’s Apartment

people come over and they

sit on the front porch facing lush ferns trees and trees

plants whose names I’ll never know

birds and sky and water what we see and what we don’t

time to talk and have something to drink

one woman brought her own tea bags

green tea she carries around I bring out cookies

because my mother brought out cookies

what we talk about depends on who comes over

on occasion it is body parts

last night Julie told us about her new hip, but just for a few minutes

sometimes its politics and sometimes its a Netflix

we ask one another some of the questions

where were you born where was your mother born

and we are every one of us a little happier

to be right here.

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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