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Burning Heaven by Richard Schnap

Sometimes I wake up
And can’t tell if it’s sunrise
Or sunset, only that the
Sky is on fire. People
Can be like that, like the
Woman I knew who was
A therapist by day, guiding

Lost souls to safe places,
And a recovering alcoholic
By night, hiding in the
Corners of A.A. meetings.
I wondered which life
She felt she was best at,
The one that raised the dead

Or the one that took their place,
And if she also woke up
One day and didn’t know
What time it was and
Waited to see if the light
Grew or failed so she would
Know what to do next.

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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