In Flagstaff Gardens, the afternoon loosens its tie.
Light filters through plane trees,
falls in careful greys on shoulders and grass.
The city exhales here.
He stands mid-step, phone resting in his palm,
as if time has briefly asked for his attention.
Sunglasses hold the sky at a distance;
his gaze is elsewhere,
measuring nothing urgent.
Around him, life edits itself softly
a child’s hat tipped with stars,
cups raised, crumbs falling,
voices blurred into a single human weather.
Someone eats. Someone waits.
Someone remembers to look up.
The garden keeps its older knowledge:
that towers can pause,
that movement need not hurry.
Benches listen. Leaves annotate the air.
In this frame, nothing declares itself important,
yet everything belongs.
A man, a child, a crowd in passing
all briefly held
in the calm margin of Melbourne,
where the city practices being still.
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