Shree’s Poems 3: The Page-Turner Escapist
A Scene, Again The road, of course. Always the road, stretched thin under my feet, a scene you’ve read a thousand times. No songbirds, no whispering clouds; golden leaves? Please. Nothing to meet the expectations we pretend we don’t have. But we do. We always do. Cracked pavement. Worn out, scarred, It’s not a metaphor, … Read more