Contributor: Richard Schnap
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Sometimes I see it
In the impressions of a child’s hands
In a fresh section of cement
And sometimes in a group
Of black limousines passing
Leading a long line of cars
And sometimes in the initials
Someone carved in a tree
Surrounded by an arrowed heart
The knowledge that we make
Marks upon the world
That forbid it to forget us
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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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