Contributor: Richard Schnap

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I used to ride
Abused buses
Past battered houses

Where faces stared
From bloodshot windows
With reptile hatred

At twisted streets
Belonging to them
Burying them

Next to vacant lots
Where ghosts found ways
To relive their deaths

But sometimes I’d see
Flowers emerge
From cold hard earth

Miracle children
Playing in dirt
Passing like dreams


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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.