He strolls beneath the Southern sun,
An overseas son,
Tinted shades veiling his gaze,
As trams hum past in Swanston haze.
Before the Town Hall's solemn face,
He drifts, a stranger in this place—
Half in thought, half in scene,
Lost between what might have been.
Beside the curb, in floral rows,
The plastic petals primly pose,
Ever-blooming, never real,
Mocking time with cheap appeal.
Tax-fed blossoms, oddly proud,
Rootless beauty drawing crowd—
He walks by, unfazed, alone,
In a city never quite his own.
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ReplyDeleteThese urban planters oxygenate the environment and brighten the view of passersby.
ReplyDeleteExcept they were fake plants
DeleteLovely flowers. This guy is busy on his phone!
ReplyDeleteIt is an accessory
DeleteYour photo show that Melbourne's pedestrian areas and sidewalks are beautiful. They're also so clean.
ReplyDeleteI never know the perspective
Delete...he seems to be on a mission!
ReplyDeletePoignant final line . Thank you friend for your usual interesting work. Aloha
ReplyDeleteI actually love that line very much
DeleteSo much said in so few words.
ReplyDeleteHe looks like he is on a mission on a cool, but sunny day.
ReplyDeleteVery much enjoyed :)
ReplyDeleteWow, what a special angle you found to take this photo! It almost looks like a scene from a fashion show 🤗 The character emerges from the darkness and steps exuberantly into the light.
ReplyDeleteFashion show? So glad to hear that!
DeleteI bet that sweater was colourful in real life!
ReplyDeleteWith a destination in mind, he looked happy.
ReplyDeleteBien aprovechado ese rayo de luz.
ReplyDeleteI notice the flowers that decorate the place.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully said. Well done.
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Great street click
ReplyDeleteHello Roentare :)
ReplyDeleteI think this guy got ready in a hurry.
in new places, we always alone....
ReplyDeletenice poem