Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Richard Schnap- A Poem


I have read the greatest poems
Scrawled in felt-tip markers
On the walls of bathroom stalls

And I have seen the greatest portraits
Spray-painted on the boarded-up windows
Of houses scheduled for demolition

And I have heard the greatest music
From men strumming guitars on sidewalks
As strangers drop coins at their feet

And I have learned that true art
Is not sealed in mansions and museums
But in the anonymous corners of the world

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