Two souls marched through the city glare,
One wore patience, one wore mirrored air.
He carried snacks like sacred loot,
She carried silence sharp as truth.
Denim, sunglasses, midday heat
Love survives on tired feet.
And somewhere between the parking sign
They’d already argued where to dine.
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The father snacks mid-city stride,
Crunching chips with guilty pride.
The mother steers through crowded lanes,
Conducting footpath traffic jams.
But there below, in stroller throne,
A tiny king sits all alone
Sipping water, calm and wise,
Judging all with toddler eyes.
Around him Melbourne roars and rolls,
Deadlines, shoppers, coffee goals;
Yet he, with bottle held just right,
Looks like he owns the street outright.
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Beneath the pharmacy’s fluorescent grace,
A young man drifts through retail space.
Hair like a prophecy, eyes half asleep,
Scrolling through secrets his phone must keep.
The city rushes with errands and plans,
Coffee in paper cups, shopping bags in hands
Yet he walks slowly, almost theatrical,
Like a guitarist late for something mythical.
Behind him the crowd obeys the day;
He alone seems edited from the play.
A black-and-white saint of the CBD stream,
Carrying cargo pants and a private dream.
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Two fathers marched through polished glass,
A toddler rode her wheeled first-class.
The city strutted, sharp and fast,
All chrome reflections built to last.
Beside the shopfront’s mirrored gleam,
A man slept underneath the dream.
One child reclined in cushioned shade,
One life lay folded, frayed and frayed.
Melbourne hurried, black and white
Progress pushing through the light.
And somewhere in that passing stream,
Humanity paused… then missed the scene.
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Under the sign of the Beehive’s hum,
the city conducts its daily drum
heels click, wheels roll, a pram in tow,
everyone somewhere they must go.
A man strides past with purpose stern,
as if the world might pause his turn;
while children drift in looser schemes,
unbothered architects of dreams.
Between the shops and tiled parade,
a thousand tiny choices made
to look, to rush, to linger, hive
this is how a street stays alive.
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A queue leans into lunchtime light,
Phones glow brighter than the sky.
One laughs mid-step, half in a story,
Half in the city rushing by.
A hug pauses traffic more than lights,
A glance negotiates the street
And somewhere between a text and a step,
The ordinary feels complete.
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He crosses streets like he owns the beat,
earbuds in, dodging tramline heat
the city waits, the lights say “stop,”
but his playlist clearly says, “don’t.”
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On Collins Street he strides, mid-thought, mid-day,
glasses parked like a question that wandered astray.
Bag in one hand, purpose in doubt,
as the city flows briskly around and about.
A look that says, “Was it left… or right?”
or perhaps just wrestling lunch or life.
Meanwhile the footpath keeps perfect time
Melbourne’s quiet, unbothered rhyme.
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A collage of days, delightfully misaligned
silk and scooters, blossoms intertwined;
a beard mid-thought, a sari in grace,
time doing cartwheels across the same space.
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A chessboard floor, but no one plays fair
pawns in prams roll through patterned air.
Polka dots march with a startled stare,
while fairy lights gossip from everywhere.
A child rides high on a father’s crown,
a queen in black glides the stroller down,
and time, in monochrome, slows the town
mid-step, mid-thought, mid up-and-down.
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Headphones on, the city mute,
He strides to some internal flute.
Scooters glare and engines preen
He’s marching through a private scene.
“Vapes!” cries signage overhead,
“Parking!” argues white and red
But none of it can quite compete
With whatever’s got that beat.
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Sidewalk symphony in monochrome tone,
City hums in a grayscale drone.
Bucket hat declares, “I’ve things to say!”
Sunglasses reply, “Not today.”
Backpacks drift like urban shells,
Shopfront glass their secrets tells.
Between each stride and passing glance,
The pavement hosts its daily dance.
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Dickens hangs above Collins Street air,
Promising ale and serialised despair.
Empire flaps gently over modern shoes,
History waving with after-work blues.
Step inside—where characters gather at five,
Half in the novel, half just trying to survive.
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One man chats like time is free,
One man laughs at destiny,
One strides past in mid-life doubt,
Phone in hand to sort things out.
The city hums, the feet all roam
Everyone rushing somewhere called home.
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They stroll past signs that promise change,
Money, rooms — the city strange.
Love walks steady, hand in hand,
Through neon deals and shifting sand.
By the window, watchful eyes
Measure truths and passing lies;
In streets where stories brush and part,
Every footstep plays a part.
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Beneath the arcade’s polite old sign,
One man devours his lunch on time.
A child walks slowly, eyes downcast,
Texting her way through the present fast.
Sun and shadow divide the street
History strolls while screens compete.
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In the hush of Collins Arcade,
where marble echoes cradle each footfall,
an Asian woman bends slightly forward,
black-rimmed glasses glinting
like a poet’s pause between lines.
She listens — not merely with the ear
but with the whole gravity of her being,
as if the customer’s halting words
were a fragile bird she dared not startle.
Light pools on her sleeve,
the scent of roasted beans and rain-damp stone
folds into the moment
and the city, briefly, forgets its noise.
In her attentive stillness
there is something luminous,
the quiet art of presence
a listening so complete
it becomes its own kind of grace.
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A young chap lingers, eyes aglow,
the city hums, its currents slow.
A chalkboard leans by the narrow door,
its promise written, nothing more:
Today’s special — pure Wagyu flame,
a milk bar’s charm, a bygone name.
Off Collins Street where footsteps blend,
the scent of grills on breezes bend.
He watches still, unsure to choose,
a fleeting world he cannot lose.
In neon haze, the sign shines true
a simple feast, yet wholly new.
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Down Collins Street he strode,
beard bristling in the city’s glow,
both hands laden with goods,
each step a wide unhurried claim
upon the pavement’s grey expanse.
Great earphones crowned his head,
a private orchestra unheard by all,
yet his stride kept perfect time,
a rhythm only he could hear,
a march through Melbourne’s bustle.
Shoppers glanced, the trams rolled on,
but he—self-contained, unfaltering
carried his burdens like trophies,
a solitary figure,
moving to music of his own.
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