Goodbyes

The child of a child,

the prince of a prince,

the middle of a side pocket,

the private circle of a pyramid,

the points of a camera,

the answer of a question,

somehow, the shot doesn’t work.

Professions of a professional.

The spirit of a downward misty street.

Whispering, not once knocking loudly.

Never leaving a trail lightly.

Calculations by candle light in the a.m. hours,

patient all thru the moonrise,

never pounding or stopping.

Receiving word of a long story.

A smile begets the questions.

A quest near the conclusion,

the old tribute of a new birth,

A straight side of a cup fills the scroll with a quiet song.

The song of a soft drum.

Long goodbyes waved from a young kid.