Oblivious to downtown traffic and hundreds of people walking
by.
Reading, doing search-a-words, eating sunflower seeds and
drinking Lipton ice tea in a bottle.
After a while voices plow through a quiet reverie, talking
loudly about the Bible and Jesus.
Arguing points of view of different religions, quoting
gospels about men and women, sex and fidelity.
Finding only one common ground - God - then falling away,
saying he's not real.
Sudden quiet - then it all begins again - switching to
assorted topics.
Life beginning and ending each day in front of the YMCA -
a building in downtown Phoenix.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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