“Missionary Transfer,” New Era, Oct. 1977, 51
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Missionary Transfer
Ten toots of a whistle,
Five waves of a hand,
Three clicks of a shutter and you’re gone.
The days and weeks,
The mornings and evenings,
The failures, the triumphs,
The oneness
Are strings of confetti in the water,
Slowly fading to gray,
to white,
to nothing in the patient sea.
Marks scratched in a dusty black book are all I
have now;
The ghost of a man
Who once was half my mind.