In the rosebud, glory remains
sun and rain, sun and rain
this, the gardener’s refrain
sun and rain, sun and rain
this, the gardener’s refrain
sun and rain, sun and rain

“goodBye!” — she cried
“goodBye!” — sakes alive
“goodBye!” — innocent joy
love
earnest pleasure
in the plain fact
The way “God” encapsulates
 the entire universe

Why — just a little girl
and I thrilled
at the warbling that
entreatingly woke me
so many mornings

until, rushing to the window,
I blinked to find
a young girl held
upon a second story sill
the whole window retracted
her whole body dangling
waving her father goodbye

So did the months go
those mornings
punctuated by
heart-piercing hoorahs
in the shape of “Goodbye”
in the shape of a girl

I must see it again
I thought
and raced to the window
and started to see
some older woman there
peaking out and waving fondly

“goodBye!” still rang out
“goodBye!” rained joy
"goodBye!" the triumph of simple love

her father escorting her away

I choose you
my only
my, what piercing eyes
    what Glorious 
    incineration
my last vision