Weighing light.(New Poems)(Brief Article)(Poem)

 
Weighing light 
 
   Often the slightest gesture is most telling, 
   as when he reaches tenderly in passing 
   to pluck the yellow leaf from the dark fall 
 
   of her hair, or even the absence of all gesture: 
   the way she doesn't need to turn to know 
   who, in this gathering of friends, has touched her. 
 
   It was as if he dreamed some private garden. 
   Perhaps he woke from it, mid-reach, to find 
   his hand too near her hair in this crowded yard, 
 
   and maybe even now she's shuttering in 
   (she's even better than you or I at that) 
   a storm of worry and recrimination-- 
 
   did anyone notice? how could he do that here!-- 
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