and make a space between
that each might see the other anew --
in a glance across a room
or silhouetted against the moon.
I saw by the duck pond
an elderly couple throwing crumbs on the water,
close against each other,
thinking each other's thoughts,
casting each other's shadow,
and I wondered --
which was the great love
and which the acquired taste that became an addiction.
-- Robert Brault