Martin Cohen was born in the South Bronx somewhere on Simpson Street, went to a Yeshiva on East Broadway and Canal Street, and then lived in the South of Brooklyn, the South of Long Island, The Southern Tier of Upstate New York, The South of Manhattan, and finally South Jersey in Egg Harbor.
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It is a very vivid picture. I read it differently though, like this:
puddles
at a train crossing –
moons shiver
I asume that to moons shiver in the puddles at the train crossing. Am I right?
It is a very vivid picture. I read it differently though, like this:
puddles
at a train crossing –
moons shiver
I asume that to moons shiver in the puddles at the train crossing. Am I right?
Zhanna,
Yes! Your cut is the way I meant it.
Thank You,
Martin
accompanying tracks
distant howl ~
along my path, i shiver
Thanks Martin for your nice Haiku. My response.
the starry sky
dissolves in breeze
on the lake’s face ~
the dowager’s mirror
taking a peep
into it
late night rain drops —
across the yard
diamonds amidst the grass
Stilness again –
even the moon coming back
at her room
eclipse night before,
cricket-less —
stupefied blue jay awakens dawn
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