Monday, April 13, 2015

Richard Schnap- A Poem


STRANDED

I see an old woman
In a stained yellow coat
Talking to herself

While waiting for a bus
Whose route was discontinued
Many years ago

But still she lingers
As her hand hangs in space
Like she’s holding someone

Who’s no longer there
Leaving her to find
Another way home

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