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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bird pecking at his reflection
– driver’s side mirror of car
bird pecking at his reflection
– driver’s side mirror of car
standing still–
blue heron’s
reflection walks
dewdrops, balanced
on the tip of the grass blades
sunrise —
light mist blankets the valley
Suddenly, the croak
of a stray heron hen –
the call of the love
windy
half torn pocket too small
for left hand
thunder
her resounding heartbeats, in my ear
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