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3. For a Play About Bird-in-Hand and Everywhere Else

A boy who raises horses won’t always
raise horses. No,
there will come a day when he hears
King Floyd, when he hears of Maybellene
from all the Buicks that lament her. He will
think, This is what is meant by being in flight.
This is what men mean when they plead
to be fevered, to be grooved. And it’s like this
everywhere. Teenagers new with movement.
Court squares lapped slowly
by cars in unison song. And in the basement
at St. Stephen’s of Hungary, hips shake
most un-divine. It’s Friday night,
and they know they shouldn’t, but still they do.