June 13, 2013

Atlantis by Richard Schnap

I watch the cars glide slowly
Through the supermarket’s parking lot
Fish weaving through the ruins
Of a buried civilization

While across the street the liquor store
Stands dark as an alcoholic’s dream
A temple to an ancient deity
With the power to help one forget

For this is the drowned metropolis
The city abandoned beneath
Sunken in its own memories
Growing fainter every day

And someday archaeologists
May pick through its bricks and bones
To maybe discover lost diamonds
Or maybe just handfuls of dust

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 publication.

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