Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Richard Schnap- A Poem


He filled his life
With things that had
Belonged to somebody else

Clothes from the thrift store
Shaped by the bones
Of the person they once adorned

Books with creased pages
And yellowing paper
On the verge of falling apart

Records that skipped
In the hearts of songs
Until graven within his mind

And a map of the world
As it used to be
A century or more ago

With nations that now
Were havens of ghosts
Lost in the winds of time

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