On Lonsdale Street he pauses, black-clad and bowed,
A silvered arch of hat against the day;
Bone-stitched trousers whisper as he goes,
Steel wheels mark time where traffic has its say.
Between the rush, he stands—old ritual kept—
A lone, dark note the city has not swept.
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