Listen!
ALAN AFTER HE LEFT missed out on certain sundays fruit trees blooming like bows tied around the town news of a crash chances to feel outrage or sympathy sunrises with the smoke from houses indistinguishable from the fog orchestras and travel and help a lot of nutty entanglements grandeur of the hawk lightness of the sparrow the heart bent by circumstance trying to straighten itself on its friends dogs barking horses running every day he was missed he missed the center of attention moved elsewhere or he took it with him like a hat so huge no one else would wear it underneath which a song rises in a boy's clear voice (sunrise after the last hours of night alone in the barn with the brain tumbling about memory of the boy's clear voice mixed with the slow light coming excitement rising with the light the spirit reckless compassionate attentive to all listening until the moment comes to speak)