Sheneverknew (28 Dec 2009 - May 1 2010)
If I could open my arms,
And span the length of the isle of Manhattan.
I’d bring it to where you are,
Making a lake of the East River and Hudson.
And if I could open my mouth,
Wide enough for a marching band to march out.
They would make your name sing,
And bend through alleys and bounce off all the buildings.
May you rest in peace. You will be dearly missed.