In Flagstaff Garden’s open air,
A chap stands dressed in suited flair
A crisp-cut rose, a classic hat,
But his painted face is more than that.
Mexican colours bloom in grace,
A festival dancing on his face,
Petal patterns, skulls of white,
A hint of day and edge of night.
Among the trees the city hums,
Yet he becomes the beat of drums,
A walking echo, bold and bright,
Of distant lands and candle light.
There in Melbourne’s gentle green,
Tradition shifts, alive, unseen—
A suited man, half myth, half art,
Carrying culture on his heart.
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