A tram exhales and people spill,
each carrying errands, moods, and will
a dress caught mid-argument with the breeze,
a face that says Mondays, if you please.
The trees lean in like gossiping friends,
the footpath bends but never ends;
between a recycle sign and a passing glare,
the city sorts more than bottles and air.
No one quite stops, yet stories collide
in every stride, a life mid-tide;
and somewhere between the rush and the wait,
a moment shrugs… then catches the gate.
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