Hindsight

And then when we had finally returned we found 
A new dispensation , new clouds in shreds floated
And a soft breeze was blowing on the fallen leaves.
Our eyes having failed ,our mind froze in its tracks.

As we were going ,the sea was calm, lightly  blown
With not a single rocking boat  seen on the  far-line
As if nothing needed to be more perfect at the time.
A lone crow sat on a statue ,watching the city-line.

Now all our stories have totally altered in our recall.
We should not have looked back from the high seas.
Our return  should have left its hind quarters there.

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