Concrete paths

They draw lines in concrete,breaking apart the life that was underneathBut their smooth black-and-white path paves the wayfor an easy route to fall in linePolished but hard and ruthlessit doesn’t even bend around the mountainWe are a machine, to march our laid-out trailand keep as straight as possible And while that may be good for … Continue reading Concrete paths

Amore per sempre

As I walk up the art museum's steps, a part of me wants to call my trip wild. Traveling over 5,000 miles just for one piece of art? But after seeing pictures of it online, I knew I had to see it in person. Rain falls on me, so I keep my head down as … Continue reading Amore per sempre

Childhood wonder in adulthood

Wonderbrings the paths togetheror at least stretches it awayfrom Life's demanding chains Curiousat the possibilitiesthat run through dreamsinstead of on the earth Searchingfor a hint of whatfive-year-old me asked forand saying yes Copyright © Robin LeeAnn