night sky
a swimmer passes
under the bridge

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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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  1. A fantastical haiku.Here is my reply:

    Two living lights
    at night under the stone bridge:
    swimmer’s eyes

  2. I always enjoy your poems, Martin. Moving from South Bronx to southern New Jersey and the interim “souths” has obviously given you a wide personal outlook.

    Megan . . . I think your follow-up haiku is a gem!

  3. Martin,
    This is a great haiku. I love it. Won’t you update your blog? I would love to see more of your words.

  4. Hi Martin,
    I’m catching up…this is a beauty!
    Filled with atmosphere — I feel and
    hear it…the splash of the water…
    along with distant night sounds.
    Fine work!
    ;)
    Lary

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