a spider’s thread
between the eave and door —
morning sunlight
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martin gottlieb cohen
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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morning, down it comes
the spider’s web…
dusk, up it goes
morning, down it comes
the spider’s web…
dusk, up it goes
spider web-worlds
glisten dew-drops in
tender sunlight~
hasty ants
make a pathway home
before ant-sunset~
a crane a swan
in silent chants on
a spring landscape~
tiny piece of gold
hub of the umbrella tree leaves —
dawn rises
–
No sparrow under the eave,
home not the shadow of a ghost…
only a cross spider
shadowy grackle
walks amidst umbrella tree’s leaves —
brisk chilly winds
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