Just when you needed a small, friendly poem.....

David
by Rod McKuen

David in the driveway leaving,
pausing for a moment
but a moment only
and down the driveway gone.

See the night sky, David,
free of clouds at last.
Stars there are and crickets
in the trees.
All have moon-blue shadows.
Too many comets uncollected,
enough to fill a hundred
Mason jars
and still spill out and over.