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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up and down the tree
through the eyes of a two year old …
a wondrous sight
up and down the tree
through the eyes of a two year old …
a wondrous sight
Thanks Martin.
fireflies enter
the garden ~ moonlight
sways fragrant breeze ~
lone firefly ~
self immolation in
a candle flame ~
a firefly ascends
the astral ciborium ~
lullaby on the moon ~
in the sunlight
the fog particles
going separate ways
aurora australis
flitters cross the sky …
her hair’s red ribbon
–
the sun sets near the tree
fireflies
autumn dawn
doesn’t the blooming red bougainvillea
know the season
imagine …
in the depths of darkness
rescued by the lighthouse
ripples in the evening breeze
out on the limb
five, no six, cooing doves