In My Way 2026

Uncertain

Uncertain
Bodhisattwa Parekh


Edges become blurred.
Against the pale wall.
Not quite human.
Or not a not even a tree.

A tall lean dirty,
Breathing stillness where the streetlamp dies.

It waits, it just waits, with no clear face.
A trick of the light, maybe. or something else.

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EIGHT – 03.07.26
WRITE A POEM ABOUT A SKETCHY SHADOW.