i’m a shadow witch
pinned to pavement
perpetually sweeping
where others freely walk.
made of uneven gravel,
i hide twisting stone
roots, withering debris,
and buried love. i’m afraid
of forgetting your sky,
nestled clouds, how eyes
shine through fog. i’m
a nervous dog barking
behind a fence, a coyote
chasing grassy shadows. 
i’m a worm wiggling
toward fresh rain
hoping i’ll be
understood.

*80/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day. All photos are mine.