Sunday, May 17, 2015

Richard Schnap- A Poem


I see them at bus stops
In the early morning
With a look in their eyes
Like burnt-out bulbs

And again in the lines
Of popular coffeehouses
Ordering whatever
The last person did

Then walking back home
To watch remakes of movies
With actors that look
Exactly like them

Before falling asleep
To dream of their childhoods
Before they became
Like everybody else

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