autumn night
my breath passes through the porch screen
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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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autumn night
the cool breeze
as a cricket shrills
autumn dawn
the blues, the pinks
the sun comes on stage
on the outside
looking in-
a gray tabby
quarter moon
“God’s thumbnail” —
cool autumn air against my skin
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