Contributor: Richard Schnap
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The sun creeps up
Like an old man
Opening his bloodshot eyes
As the world wakens
Out of dreams borrowed
From someone long dead
Even the birds know it
Their songs inherited
And fused in their hearts
While homeless cats
Watch them and wait
As they have for centuries
For the drama of life
Is a sealed book
Never to be changed
Destined to remain
The same till it reaches
Some end we cannot foresee
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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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