In the Blind Night

He made dozens of posters
Of his smiling face
And carried them
All over town

To place upon walls
And bulletin boards
Then wait to see
What would happen

And when he went back
He found them defiled
In ways that were
Ugly and cruel

Except one where a faint
Anonymous hand
Scrawled their number with
A plea to call them

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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