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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house door
pet cat left
her scratches
rain viewing
through the open window
i stretch my hand
–
all the cloud drops, come together —
in my palm
The white heron’s
casual descent on
paper-thin wings
a new sled
by the tree–
watching for snow
Martin, I thoroughly enjoyed
your background as well as your
haiku!
morning sun–
on the snowman’s hat
one black feather
:-)
Lary
shooting stars
prayers for peace
snow forecast-
one by one
each tiny dancer pirouette