closed snow street
sunlight stops at the house windows
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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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another street closed
orange cones
shine in the sunset
ah, when the street becomes covered with snow, to the point of no travel. wanting to say “to the point of no return”.
once clear street becomes clogged street, even clogged clear street ; then, once clogged street now becomes closed clogged street. class, what’s the overview?
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morning glory–
winter dove fledgling
peers from the nest
another street closed
orange cones
shine in the sunset
wintry evening
curtains fall and rise —
staggering darkness
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january night
bright cresant moon
stars you can touch
snow country
the fume from
our noses
lone albino fox
dance through opening in the pines —
red aurora
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kind of clumsy wording. why not “snow clogged street?” otherwise ok.
frogs
in the bourough hall station
i imagine their songs
ah, when the street becomes covered with snow, to the point of no travel. wanting to say “to the point of no return”.
once clear street becomes clogged street, even clogged clear street ; then, once clogged street now becomes closed clogged street. class, what’s the overview?
–
morning glory–
winter dove fledgling
peers from the nest
–
only in miami, or some other tropical region