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Click on the poem title to read the next excerpted poem from Cloud Pibroch.

            Understudy

When sunrise warmed the hills’ shoulders
they rippled with pleasure
such
a treat of heat after darkness.

I was studying for the role of my father
and found hesitations
a glance of unease
worked like a breeze

stippling shade under a lime tree.
Soon I wore the part like horse skin
visible only when bleeding or pestered by flies.