There's this guy at St. Lawrence Market, Satudays, north hall who plays sax. I also think he might be an oracle. Last week as I was walking by he stretched out his arms to me and said "The summer smiles, the summer knows, she sees you hesitate and grins...." and then the rest was drowned out by some woman laughing with the apple people. Jazz poetry improve? Message from the Great Whatever? Is there really a difference? Hmmm.