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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sea grass anchored firm,
wind whipped blades groove the sand–
moon tide approaching
loud
unreserved laugh
the old spinster nextdoor
miami’s chilly night …
sun beneath the horizon comforter
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december afternoon–
new england aster
hugging a warm boulder
Rainy summer night
Quiet strangers walking past
No eye contact made.
Carmel-by-the-Sea
walking hand-in-hand
… anniversary celebration
huge letters on beach sand
her footprins inside the “O”
chilly sea breeze
hairs bristle on my neck
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