133: Coming Home (more a reversion than a revision)
A man races up the stairs to his apartment,
Jumping the steps two at a time as he
Fumbles slightly with the keys in his excitement,
Pushing his way eagerly against the door,
And quickly disappearing from sight;
While behind him, the woman follows more slowly,
Climbing with careful, swaying motions--
Weighed down with the same inevitability
That fills his steps.
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Am I too comma happy? Please, close comments on any awkwardness--short poem needs to be absolutely flawless...