A man with cropped hair crosses the lawn,
his jacket held close against the day.
Flagstaff Gardens open around his steps,
grass pressed flat by the passing crowd.
Behind him stand the rubbish bins in line,
quiet, practical, and waiting.
Around him, hands are busy with food,
eyes lowered to plates or lifted to stalls.
No voice is raised above another.
Each person attends to a small purpose
a bite, a glance, a pause in walking.
He moves through it without remark,
one figure among many,
while the garden keeps the record
of feet, crumbs, and passing hours.
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