On Swanston Street, where trams hum low,
An Indian man lets the city flow.
Cup in hand, steam curling high,
Like incense drifting to the sky.
The bench holds still, the world moves fast,
Moments like this are never meant to last.
Sip by sip, in the midday light,
He drinks his peace in the urban flight.
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Wonderful description of your photo. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteSimpler probably the better
DeleteYour poem is a fine description of your photo and the man in it. He looks like he is taking a break from a long walk. His knee brace keeps his knee from hurting, and the drink in his hand is dealing with his thirst.
ReplyDeleteYou write very well Jeff
DeleteA short break to hydrate and gather strength to continue!
ReplyDeleteWe all need rest and keep going
DeleteResting his weary bones?
ReplyDeleteExactly
DeleteA man pondering! Good shot :-D Love the shadow on the ground from the tree :-D
ReplyDeleteProbably
DeleteVery good
ReplyDeleteHay que hidratarse y que mejor que hacerlo estando sentado.
ReplyDeleteSaludos.
Hydration is important
DeleteOn the bench for a while, on a sunny morning ... although he is looking at something.
ReplyDeleteI like the description.
Bueno, después de una jornada dura parace descansar
ReplyDeleteWe all need a pause from time to time...
ReplyDeleteThat’s a beautiful little snapshot in verse simple and vivid
ReplyDeleteI wonder what he is thinking? Have a great week and thankyou for visiting my blog this week
ReplyDeletedrinking alone... and enjoy
ReplyDeletehe's deep in thought, hope his drink was good
ReplyDeleteWord and picture perfect!
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