Hanque O . . .

He came. He went—a meteor,
tall and spare, idiosyncratic,
beyond the scope of... us.

He came. He showed that
the impossible was possible,
and he did so without words.

He came, he took off his shoe,
he picked up the ball,
and then... he threw it.

He came, and now he is gone.
It is April, the game is on.
Let us remember the man.