As the Road Narrows

We attach meaning
To many things
That have no meaning

The rain falling
At the same time
The sun shines down

A stranger passing
That speaks our name
As if they know us

A strange bird
With a strange song
We’ve never seen before

And many others
In which we find
Something significant

For if we didn’t
Nothing would matter
And we’d all go mad

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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