Traveling Light
here his eyes take the length and breadth
of the room from the far windows
to the locked cold door where he stands,
behind which her absence follows;
candlelight scatters the shadows,
even his own sways all around
like flickery figures in streams
of dreams where silhouettes abound;
nomadic stirrings shut her out
from the mobile world of his own;
tonight he'll move away again,
for who walks fastest walks alone.
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