Wednesday, August 21, 2013

A Poem by Richard Schnap


He sat in the backs of buses
Lingered in the corners of coffeehouses

And when he went to a movie or concert
Chose a place in the very last row

He did not know why he did this
He just felt more comfortable in the margins

As if the spaces between light and shadow
Were reserved especially for him

But he noticed that as he grew older
He seemed to become more transparent

To blend in like a chameleon
Till he was barely visible at all

And somehow he knew when he died
He would enter neither Heaven nor Hell

But a room that was lined with mirrors
To forever be alone with himself

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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