On Bourke Street Mall where footsteps pass,
He sits alone on iron brass
A bearded man, both still and slow,
Eyes cast down where shadows grow.
His coffee cup rests in his hand,
No rush to sip, no firm demand.
The world moves by in steady stream,
While he dissolves into a dream.
The hum of trams, the chatter near,
All fold into a silence clear.
As if the ground could speak below,
He listens deep to what he knows.
No sign, no plea, no spoken word,
Just thoughts that flutter, faint, unheard.
A quiet figure none may see
But in his stillness, poetry.
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This is a classic pose for checking out his phone. He is a modern fellow with a drink in one hand, and a phone in the other one.
ReplyDeleteMe gusta mucho el encuadre, situando el peso sobre el lado derecho de la foto pero, sin descuidar el otro extremo, situando ese otro banco con una luz fuerte.
ReplyDeleteAbsorbed in that tiny screen.
ReplyDeleteYikes such bad posture! I do like the shadow in this one :-D
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