He had had to learn
to see in the dark
and now rarely stumbled.
The path glowed almost
in the moonlight
as if back-lit.
Now and again, maybe,
he flickered a torch
for a clue, a direction, a pointer—
the soft geometry of distance.
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He had had to learn
to see in the dark
and now rarely stumbled.
The path glowed almost
in the moonlight
as if back-lit.
Now and again, maybe,
he flickered a torch
for a clue, a direction, a pointer—
the soft geometry of distance.