Tim! all tangled up in cob webby tears? I walk this beach every day like my great aunt Amy but never realized it was you, that big overcoat like a detective, lets walk the beach, back and forth, back and forth, making a furrow in the soft hot white sand, Tim! hold my hand and we'll sing a song, a song about Spring, the tide will come in and then we will all, be, the same, no pain just the ripples as the sea meets the sand, hold my hand, now a fish, not a de, tec, tive.