A tiny, fabulous book of poems, a distinctive quiet, humorous voice, about getting older. And who isn't getting older? Sensible and yet original, nothing sentimental or smarmy, this is great great poetry couched in a 'who, me?' way. Esther Cohen has a brand new fan in me. I am going to buy a zillion copies of this, the perfect gift. Takes 2 0 minutes to read, if that, yet I know it will keep me company for years and years. I'd put it between Allen Ginsberg and a book of Rumi maybe.