Where Are We on the Morning of the Most Historic Presidential Election of our Lifetime (COVID)

We watch.  Call each other.  Charlie Cook and Morning Joe and Anderson

and Van Jones and Rachel and we we will vote today across the street

same place we always vote IS 44.  Four long difficult years.

My friend Cheryl suggested my poem today not be about

This maybe about My Mother’sBlind Date with Clark Gable

good title said Cheryl yesterday. She’s

right but I will write that poem after this ends.  After This.


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 Comment

  1. Yes, “after this.” Thank you, Esther. Love to you and Peter. God bless America, a “good, decent place” (Barack Obama, 11/2/2020)

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