Melbourne Candid Series #1063 Little Flinders Lane

 

In front of black glass, five figures stand,
Each lost in thought, no guiding hand.
The street reflects in polished pane,
A ghost of Little Flinders Lane.

One checks a phone with furrowed brow,
Another scans the world somehow.
A third just leans, no place to be,
The fourth stares out, too far to see.

The last stands still, like carved-out stone,
Together near, yet all alone.
The building watches, dark and wide,
A silent witness on the side.

In black and white, the moment stays—
Five quiet lives in their own ways.

Sony A7RV

FE 35mm f1.4 GM

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