An Outside Corridor Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking down a long outside corridor with archways on either side,
branches of bougainvillae peek around columns and look inside.
Running down the sidewalk, cracks wriggle and widen as they go
further down the hall.
Huge, out-dated lanterns hung by hook and chains, blow back and
forth, slowly in rhythm with the wind.
Two big stoned and rounded trash cans sit halfway down the
corridor, waiting for the trash that will fill them up.
Ivy planted near the grass is growing fast - is sneaking up and
onto the sidewalk, green leaves peeking just beyond the grasp of
human feet as they walk past.