Melbourne Candid Series #1052 Flinders station

 

Under the dome where the shadows lean,
Flinders hums with a rusted sheen.
Neon flickers, cigarette glow,
Time runs slow where the loners go.

A young cat stands with his hair pulled tight,
Face half-lost in the edge of night.
Strikes a match with a ghost of flair,
Smoke curls up like a whispered dare.

Trains cry low like a city’s sigh,
The world’s gone crooked, he don't ask why.
Just leans on bricks with a heart half broke,
Chasing peace in a drag of smoke.

Beneath that dome, time don’t forgive,
But he lights up like he wants to live.

Sony A7RV

FE 35mm f1.4 GM

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