Collector

He lived his life in a shadow
Watching the landscape pass by

Gathering the objects of others
In hope he would feel less alone

The diary of a deceased spinster
With love letters to an imagined fiancé

An album of famous dance songs
Owned by a paraplegic man

A shoebox of old rejection slips
To an author who had died unknown

A scrapbook of newspaper clippings
A barren woman made of new births

And through these broken windows
He learned that he lived in a world

Where sorrow wears a thousand faces
Like a sickness that could infect anyone

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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