Nightingale

Contributor: Richard Schnap

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There once was a blind man
In a torn stained coat
That sang on the sidewalk
As the world passed him by

With a voice as golden
As any on a stage
Till one day he vanished
Without leaving a trace

But sometimes it seems
I can still hear his cry
From an abandoned building
Or a garbage-strewn lot

As if he lives on
To serenade his darkness
Before being swallowed
By the deafening wind


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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.