For Bob

No name is enough
By itself—no words
Will do in this silence—
You end as you entered—
Vulnerable—un-subdued—
You held your own
In fame’s arena—made
Friends with fortune—
Owned the words you sold—
Honoring their music
By a magic you made real
For readers you couldn’t
Know who entered your
Emporium where you
Welcomed them into the world
Of words that welcomed you as
Ring leader—lion-tamer—prince
Of hullabaloo—rest easy
In your heaven—Bob—
White wine in hand—
You made the list—