Proclaiming Messiah

It's always truth,  isn't it 

sitting in the sun's rays

getting in and out each others' way

watching the crowds go buy

Speaking on their black

eating their berries and silly lunches, sigh  
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It's always truth, isn't it 

waiting at the station 

Holding tickets to places

The sea of faces   Listening to buskers in the plaza of fire and

the pacing cussers proclaiming Messiah   

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Pen and paper notebook

Pigeon scum and chips hook  

cafe people look look, eyes

spot the leaf left

On the ground   bereft   
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It's  always truth, isn't it  

 To hear your conversations

 in the Church of Annunciation  

sounding like my own

crying in Spanish

And then you go and vanish 

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Sitting in the sun's rays

getting in and out each others' way 

watching the crowds go buy

speaking on their black

eating their berries and silly lunches, sigh

It's always truth isn't it. 
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