they asked me about a vagabond
they asked me to write
how did they know
i suited both roles
as apt as sunlight at day

my eyes rove
and tread
passages and spaces
people and places
once whom i called
my very own

my fingers touch
trees and mail boxes
identifying the similar
eliminating the difference
i once stopped and captured
little images of you
to carry with me
this gravel
i called home

my feet mark territories
i despise shifting
from one space to the next
i have to shed layers
each time every time
like a snake through metamorphosis
i despise change
it makes me lose my bearings..
yet i never remain,
constant –
in stasis..

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