What Love Looks Like on County Route 20

This is another title I always wanted to use.  For poems.  For stories.  For a novel.  For anything.


where we have been for 32 years in summer

i am not a describer do not tell you the names of things

except for neighbors Delores and Ken

do not describe  black locust trees how tall they are how old

but I can tell you about love

we looked at house after house four of us in a green Honda

does that qualify as a description I rode with Lotte

Berlin war bride real estate guide

so I could hear her describe houses she liked adjectives

adverbs many houses were enchanting  had raw potential

this house evokes more than a house

wide porch overlooks what a good life can be

if luck holds out  if there’s enough money to fix

the roof always something has to be fixed this summer

we bought a new couch no springs on the big red velvet couch

for many years now we have a couch with springs

and yesterday Delores came to visit  beautiful as always

she drinks a glass of wine on the porch and talks to

Matt the Verizon man who has returned because a phone

went down nearby and the Paul Newman’s lemonade

he had here a week ago was better than  he expected and Matt

tells us all about how he met a Colombian lawyer online

married her he couldn’t be happier and I bring out a bag

of Ritz potato chips they are on sale at Hannafords and we

now have a  pantry full of them I’ve eaten a bag every day

this summer  serious foodie believed they were

artisanal French chips but they are Ritz perfect Ritz

and we sit here on this August day even though it is nearly

the end of summer but in a funny way summers don’t end

because they are with you even in February because

that’s what love is.







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.


  1. The absolutely best time in Cornwallville is August; ripe peaches, cool nights, even maple trees starting to change color. And let’s not forget the Leonid Meteors every year around August 15th!

    But the seasons are sooooo short in Cornwallville. You’ve just planted on Memorial Day and everything has to grow by August so it can we sowed and reaped in September and October before the frost!!!

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