January 31, 2014

Hidden Faces by Richard Schnap

The sun rises through the crimson clouds
A ruby sewn into a red velvet gown
As I watch the morning news on TV
A horror film with a thousand sequels
Across the street the parking lot fills up
A barren shore buried by the tide
While crowded buses pass slowly by
Ships carrying immigrants to strange new lands
Then a siren wails off in the distance
A lonely witch casting a love spell
And a crowd of children are led to school
A cluster of roses yet to sprout thorns
As the bell tolls in the church on the corner
The heartbeat of a man kissing his wife
While I watch the white trail of a high flying plane
The ghost of a blackbird haunting the sky
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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