The Shadow

deviant art "shadow child"


THE SHADOW

by Donnell Hunter

You could be in that shadow.
You know, the one where the leaf
wants to turn but there is no wind.


Or maybe next to the rock
the sun never finds until summer
late afternoons.


I had a shadow once.
I trained it to keep its place,
just behind, like a well-mannered hound,


and sometimes on walks I read aloud
the words of a stranger who lived
all by himself at the edge of a pond.


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from THE SLEEP OF GRASS: A Tribute in Poetry to William Stafford