At Southern Cross, where travelers meet,
The food court hums with clattering feet.
A woman stands, both hands alive,
In the city's restless, breathing hive.
One hand browses, a scrolling stream,
The other chats, a whispered dream.
Two phones glow in the buzzing air,
Threads of a life spun everywhere.
Among the stalls, the noise, the heat,
She weaves her world, so quick, so fleet —
A digital dance in a food court's light,
One soul, two journeys, in plain sight.
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