Puzzles and secrets 

of bodies and minds remain

to be cracked open 

Minor scales played on

a sax give the neighborhood 

a carnival air 

She was once in love 

with death (as a concept) but

now it's just too close 

Sand still between toes 

but the beach is now in the

rearview fading fast

Ocean's night waves bathed

in moonlight crash and call "come 

to me, come to me" 

I walked down Seventh

Avenue towards the smoke and 

stench that sad morning 

Unfurl your fingers 

and take my hand since with a 

clenched fist you will fall