The Woman in the Light Blue Sweatshirt

One of the questions new writers often ask is where does inspiration come from. Yesterday.

 

Woman in the light blue sweatshirt

sitting next to me in the computer row

at the Cairo Public Library she was filling out

online forms I know I’m not supposed to look

at other people’s work but I always do

she was filling out online forms

for this:   Win 7 Million Dollars Right Now.

If she won, I thought, she would buy a new blue sweatshirt

but not for a while, not until she first found a good house

to live in, probably nearby, and then she’d buy a house with

a garden for her 87 year old mother, and a house for her

bipolar brother Billy and his wife and their 3 children

and she’ll give a large check to the school district so that

every school has what they need

and she’ll set up a free 24 hour restaurant with lasagna

and  she’ll charter  bus to take the whole town to see her friend Linda

sing at Carnegie Hall.

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. I look, too.
    Woman sitting next to me on subway this week, texting:
    “What a bummer that I’m missing it. Oysters in NYC are $40 a dozen!”
    Do I tell her about all the happy hours where oysters are one buck each?
    I didn’t.

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