Farewell to Familiarity
A foot away from journey,
bare ankles pressed against stone familiarity-
of far off places I've wandered in my dreams.
Now they're too far from home.
Temperamental turquoise foils
the familiar gray above-my adopted temperament.
Arabesque cultures that sing to my blood
turn currents to ice;
gaudy bright bangles dancing through my imagination
enchant me to a statue.
I inhale my wet cool green of courage,
leaning to fall into motion,
yet veiling my new-found trait just long enough
to watch the magic of my porch droop
and begin to fade.
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