Seemingly

Seemingly,
with little haste,
temporary perch
transformed into a
steadfast resting place.

Finally,
after so long a pause,
weary limbs unfold.
Stiff as gargoyle wings they,
cautiously break their pose.

Briefly,
before wisdoms clarify,
in a darting glance
over the shoulder
fond memories blur the eye.

Assuredly,
each and every time,
a thing never looks
so good as when
you’re leaving it behind.

6/1/11

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