boy philosopher,
sage round head
shaved close in soft, short, sandy bristles.
beaming face, childishly handsome
painfully, painlessly innocent.
a spry, friendly ghost
flying back out to the car
without shoes in the rain
for one last goodbye hug,
bare feet glide lightly over
wet blacktop,
eyes unbelievably bright
incomprehensibly pure
staring sinlessly into
a darker heart
without hesitation,
without fear,
without regret.
gift given,
gone like a snowflake in April.
there must be more to this
than mere driving away,
this not quite thought,
while trying to find a good song
on the car radio.
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