She Passed Fulton Street

Don’t gravitate away, he says.
Smooth it over with your
sweet talk, your savvy
harmonica skills.

Actually, what works best
is a word, a thought–
any indication that
what we have here is more
than a thistle.

Then a saxophone wails
like a cavity excavating a tooth:
slowly at first, then echoing,
empty as a cave.

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