going home, three a.m.

at three a.m.
on the long ride back from
one home to another,
i begin to peer.
i stare at the icons head on,
wonder if i can take them down.

the wind blows gently,
and i wonder,
if it could ever be safe
to lay down
in sixth avenue
and look up and sink in.

i wonder what new york
could teach me in the dark
when it is lonely and looking
for someone to listen.

i'm willing to listen.

i want to lay down,
in the middle of sixth avenue
and look up and sink in.
i want to lay down,
and just be honest for a change.
bare and before you.
submitting
and safe.