In the hush of Collins Arcade,
where marble echoes cradle each footfall,
an Asian woman bends slightly forward,
black-rimmed glasses glinting
like a poet’s pause between lines.
She listens — not merely with the ear
but with the whole gravity of her being,
as if the customer’s halting words
were a fragile bird she dared not startle.
Light pools on her sleeve,
the scent of roasted beans and rain-damp stone
folds into the moment
and the city, briefly, forgets its noise.
In her attentive stillness
there is something luminous,
the quiet art of presence
a listening so complete
it becomes its own kind of grace.
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