Richard Schnap- Two Poems

BETWEEN THE LINES

She hid in a realm
Of paperback romances
A library of longing

Becoming the damsel
Rescued from the clutches
Of her dog-eared world

But her heart still yearned
For the real-life hero
Who would want to know her

To see her as more
Than a story whose plot
Went nowhere at all



DETHRONED

He appears like a ghost from a vanished past
Silently sitting at a table alone
With a face that resembles a Mayan king
Of a realm that was conquered centuries ago

Now he just crouches over a can of beer
Vacantly staring at the white man’s world
That transformed his temples for tourists to climb
Where once he predicted the end of the world