Sunday, August 2, 2015

Richard Schnap- A Poem


Is the flower that blooms
In a vacant lot
Overgrown with weeds

Is the sun that burns
Away the dense fog
That hides the world

Is the song that plays
From a passing car
You haven’t heard in years

Is the cat that lives
Out in the wild
That follows you home

Is the bell that tolls
In the abandoned church
Woken by the wind

Is the drink that appears
Suddenly before you
Courtesy of an angel

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