Monday, April 20, 2015

Richard Schnap- A Poem


I pass them on the patio
Of the corner coffeehouse
The same faces every day

Watching as the world
They no longer belong to
Glances then turns away

They chain-smoke cigarettes
Their ashes rising up
To be disintegrated by the wind

While they try to converse
But are soon sunk in silence
For there’s nothing really to say

And sometimes there’s one
That will suddenly vanish
Never to be seen again

That is quickly replaced
By another just like him
The same empty look in his eyes

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