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Cynthia Cruz reads Marni Ludwig's poem, "Expert on Shadows".
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My name is Cynthia Cruz, and I'm reading a poem by Marnie Ludwig, called Expert on Shadows from her book Pinwheel.
Expert on Shadows
Red, and the terrible shapes
of animals sprung
from their dark course
beneath the river.
A few yards back of the house,
fed by storm.
Everywhere the dirt shows
traces of its making.
Every fox was once a kindness.
I forget you upon our first
meeting, or never. If never,
you are nearer,
whom I love.
Each day I wake from a dream
of stones. Nights I walk
and repeat
for myself the prayer
again shame I copied down.
Expert on Shadows
Red, and the terrible shapes
of animals sprung
from their dark course
beneath the river.
A few yards back of the house,
fed by storm.
Everywhere the dirt shows
traces of its making.
Every fox was once a kindness.
I forget you upon our first
meeting, or never. If never,
you are nearer,
whom I love.
Each day I wake from a dream
of stones. Nights I walk
and repeat
for myself the prayer
again shame I copied down.