In this ruined light – the dark leaking into the gardenas if light were an interloper
whose presence, no longer desired,is sequestered to other places – the urgency of shadow
conspires, determines cross-woven words that liein the gap between desire
and undisclosed restraints.Such absence is mocked by the schack-schack of jay
concealed in the elderberry beyond the boundary wallbut a quiver of leaves betrays
as will a breath, caught,or the silk-split of a leaf loosed from its stem.