over there in a faint yellow sun

walking the pavement

in a faint yellow sun

not always it seems

able to hitch a ride

walking walking

looking for something

& I’d stop

lean on a wall

fish out the pen paper

sometimes to the excitement

of passers by

what’choo doin?

they’d ask impudent

writing my own thoughts I’d say

oh ok like they’d found a spy

some wandering council official

writing on the state of the place

disappointed they’d wander on

muttering that I was just a fool

& maybe eh?

but at least I wasn’t the one

asking foolish questions

out loud

under a faint yellow sun

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