He walks through Flagstaff Gardens at pace,
the grass worn flat by many feet.
A checked shirt hangs open at the chest,
dark cotton beneath, plain and unadorned.
Glasses rest above his brow, unused,
as though the light requires no softening.
His gaze is set ahead, not hurried,
not searching, simply moving on.
Behind him, others drift and turn,
faces half-seen, conversations unfinished.
White tents rise briefly in the background,
temporary markers of the day.
Nothing here declares an occasion.
It is an afternoon, a passage through space:
a man crossing a garden,
the city continuing around him.
Sony A7RV
FE 135mm f1.8 GM
Check out
No comments:
Post a Comment