cold spring night
a line of distant fires
above the dune
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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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beyond the dunes–
sparks from a bonfire
rise to meet the stars
beyond the dunes–
sparks from a bonfire
rise to meet the stars
cold april night
the crack of the bat
ringing through my hands
Very beautifully worded. The truth is always the truth whatever you say and do, or how you do it.
by sandy point–
a shadow moves quickly by
wearing your perfume
campfire party gone awry
…cognac on crepes
starts startling flames
Losing one’s way by night,
Suddenly a fulcrom:
the north star
silhouettes
around the beach fire–
red fox moves stealthily by
Black pot belly stove-
Leaping flames eager to escape
Cell door tightly shut.
u.s. army cannon stove
heats the barracks–
cold war
cooled spring evening
line of neighbors …
at death’s doorstep
–
a dash
in the bush
the sign of life opting for life
above the dunes
solitary palm’s silhouette —
lonely, cold night