Melbourne Candid Series #1074 Flinders St

 

He strides in suit with purpose bold,
A voice like brass in morning cold;
His words fly fast, a streaming train,
Across the street, through wind and rain.

In Flinders' shadow, trams glide past,
The crossing blinks, the moment lasts;
An Aussie leans, with coffee slow,
Unbothered by the urgent show.

A tradesman laughs, a banker sips,
As sunlight curls on city lips;
The rush of one, the calm of rest—
Each walking in the way they’re dressed.

So Melbourne hums, both loud and still,
A patchwork bound by common will.

Sony A7RV

FE 20-70mm f4 G

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