arrived
no calling card,
a bit disheveled –
didn’t talk a lot.
He left with his dinner-
only a crumb lagged
behind.
He didn’t
warrant memory,
but he remains
on my mind.
I imagine
he appeased
the Wind,
complimented
Torrential Rain,
grimaced as
he blessed
the Infernal Sun.
Temporarily
he was set upon –
set upon
to rile our interest
tantalize our interest,
and be gone.
04-30-21
I feel like a visitor in my own life. I have abandoned my former existence, more succumb than desire. I have embraced a new life and emerged quasi triumphant in plotting a path to growth. Yet, my heart longs for my roots. The tangled winding rooted path that I fled.
twittimay 
Nice poem but maybe your comment at the end was not apropos. One should never look back, only forward. You have done what many people wish they could do—create a new life for themselves.
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