Sunday, April 12, 2015

Richard Schnap- A Poem


I hear the voices
Coming from the patio
Of the corner coffeehouse

Young men and women
Caught in the spell
Of the commencement of their lives

They remind me of birds
Poking out of their nests
The wind awakening their wings

That gather in flocks
To break into song
Before they all fly away

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