Saturday, March 14, 2015

Richard Schnap - One Poem


He woke up one day
And decided to write
A letter to himself

That came back unopened
With a stamp that said
No one at this address

So he found a pay phone
And called his house
But got a recording

That said the number
He was trying to reach
Had been disconnected

It was then that he looked
At the ground and saw
He had no shadow

As he felt the hand
Of the invisible wind
Passing right through him

Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.

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