On Swan Street, night leans in close,
cups clink like quiet punctuation.
Striped cotton, dark curls, a half-finished sentence
held between fork and thought.
Faces tilt toward one another,
words moving faster than the traffic glow.
Around them, the city keeps eating and talking,
while this small table holds
the whole weight of the evening.
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Along Brunswick Street, where evening settles low,
A window frames the hush of shared delight:
Three voices lean, like candles’ gentle glow,
Their words poured slow as amber into night.
Glass meets the bar; reflections fold and turn,
Inside and out exchange a fleeting truth
That talk, once kindled, asks no more than time
To make a moment whole, and briefly youth.
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Beneath the elms of Flagstaff’s patient green,
Where tramlines sigh and lunch-hour crowds convene,
A moment loosens from the grip of time
Salt, laughter, steam, a pause before the chime.
A paper-wrapped indulgence, raised in jest,
Breaks earnest hunger, breaks the day’s arrest;
His shoulders lean toward warmth not born of sun,
Her smile replies before the words are done.
Around them flows the city’s muted stream,
Footsteps and futures blur like half-formed dream;
Yet here, between the bite and shared regard,
The world grows kind, if only off its guard.
O Flagstaff lawns, you keep such truths in trust:
That joy is brief, informal, and just.
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In Flagstaff’s hush of passing days,
He moves mid-step, half flesh, half sign,
A skull drawn light upon his face,
Death borrowing a mortal line.
A crown of blooms, a lifted phone,
The living world still calls him near;
Between the laugh, the bone, the tone,
He walks where joy and ending peer.
So gardens keep what crowds forget:
That life, well held, is brief, complete
A dance inked once, not finished yet,
Then gone, like footprints in the street.
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On the lawn at Flagstaff Gardens they sit,
shoes pressed into winter-worn grass,
a paper plate balanced between them,
food eaten slowly, deliberately,
as if the afternoon has nowhere else to be.
Behind them, tents rise in pale triangles,
voices blur into a low, human weather,
children drift past in small constellations,
their movement light, unanchored,
already leaving the frame.
The man leans forward with his drink,
listening as much as speaking.
The woman breaks bread with her fingers,
eyes lowered, attentive to the moment,
to what fits neatly in her hands.
No monument intrudes, no skyline insists.
Just a city pausing on the grass—
lunch, conversation, passing feet—
life arranged briefly,
and then allowed to move on.
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Flagstaff Gardens opens like a commons of pause,
grass worn smooth by agreement rather than rule.
Here, the city sets its weight down.
A small circle forms—plates held mid-air,
hands negotiating portions,
conversation leaning in, then back.
Food passes between them
as gently as trust.
One man counts bites with thought,
another waits, attentive to nothing urgent.
A coat hangs heavy with elsewhere,
while sneakers stay faithful to the ground.
Lunch becomes a ceremony without words.
Beyond them, bodies recline into the afternoon
laughter low, knees drawn up,
someone testing the sky by lying beneath it.
Portable loos line the distance like reminders
that even leisure must be managed.
Everything happens at once,
yet nothing competes.
This is Melbourne resting in public,
where strangers share grass,
time stretches just enough,
and the ordinary learns, briefly,
to be enough.
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Under the old wooden Lemonade Stand sign,
cups are stacked high,
a vendor waiting with a quiet smile.
A woman stands in front of him,
ponytail falling over her shoulder,
hand on her hip as she studies the menu
blood orange, lemon, granita.
The food-festival bustle drifts around them,
trees rising behind the tents,
a simple moment of choosing a drink
in Flagstaff Gardens.
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In Degraves Street’s narrow hum,
where coffee steam and footsteps drum,
a couple waits before the door
of Jungle Juice — their quiet shore.
They sit, the morning half-awake,
as trams above the city shake;
two figures queue in dappled light,
their laughter blending with the bright.
The scent of citrus, mango air,
the hiss of blenders everywhere;
time slows—an amber, sunlit pause,
between the rush and urban cause.
The couple leans, their hands entwined,
as summer drifts through Melbourne’s mind.
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The couple sat on stools that day,
by a café on Little Lonsdale’s way
no hurry in their gentle gaze,
just sunlight caught in Melbourne haze.
Both wore straw hats, soft and wide,
their brims like halos side by side;
steam rose lazy from their cups,
while city life kept filling up.
People passed in hurried streams,
heels clicking through their weekday dreams;
but in that lane, time bent and stayed
a still life softly overlaid.
Two straw hats, a quiet grace,
the world went on—they kept their place.
In Centre Place,
where voices echo against brick and steam,
a young man in glasses
leans forward, pen ready.
Menus curl in his hands,
patrons lift their eyes—
a question, a smile,
the scratch of order on a page.
Around him,
cups clink, chairs scrape,
the lane hums with roasting beans
and the shuffle of passing coats.
He gathers their words
like coins in a till,
steady,
while the city
keeps breathing past the doorway.
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One man with two fair ladies near,
They linger where the scents appear.
At Centre Place the shadows fall,
Yet coffee’s warmth unites them all.
The narrow lane with echoes sings,
Of whispered talk and clinking rings.
Three souls await the barista’s art,
A brew to stir both tongue and heart.
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All tables filled, no seat to spare,
Patrons crowd with laughter there.
From Degraves Street the voices rise,
A bustling hum beneath the skies.
Steam of coffee, clatter of plates,
Time suspended as the city waits.
Each corner brims with talk and cheer,
A fleeting world that gathers here.
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Two children tumbled, lost in play,
While father’s gaze drifted far away.
An old hack horse with weary eye,
Fixed on the lens as folk passed by.
Beyond, a queue in patient line,
Waited outside the café’s sign.
On Little Flinders, life flowed slow,
A street of stories, soft and low.
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A mural leans upon the wall,
its colours muted into grey.
The street is full
pedestrians flow like sardines,
pressed in rhythm,
their footsteps stitching the lane.
Beneath wide umbrellas,
waiter and patrons linger,
the clatter of plates
mingling with laughter and pause.
Degraves Street breathes—
a café theatre in monochrome,
every figure caught
between shadow and light.
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A city afternoon,
jerseys gather at the table,
voices half-spilled with cutlery.
She stands apart,
hands lit by a private glow,
while the street drifts untoward
all strangers,
stitched for a moment
into monochrome.
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Off De Graves Street,
beneath the laneway’s hush,
a father leans into a table’s comfort,
cap tilted,
tattoo ink coiled upon his leg
like a memory written in skin.
Two boys beside him,
bright in their footy shirts,
shoulders knocking in the smallness of youth,
eyes wide with the ordinary feast.
Plates clatter,
the city breathes around them,
but here
in this narrow corner of Melbourne
a family meal becomes
its own quiet monument.
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The sushi shop is closed,
its doors drawn in silence,
though only yesterday
the place was alive with voices
and the scent of rice and sea.
I did not expect its absence,
for it was well loved,
a small refuge on Swanston
where many found their share of comfort.
Two young girls paused before it,
hopeful, then uncertain,
their search for a simple meal
redirected into the city’s restless night.
So it is with such places
they flourish, they fade,
leaving only the memory
of quiet tables,
and familiar flavours gone.
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Four young men in sunlight’s glow,
Chairs set out in a gentle row,
Laughter drifts on the street’s soft hum,
Coffee warms where their voices come.
Sidewalk buzzes, world moves by,
Yet here they sit beneath the sky,
Moments caught in a fleeting scene,
Simple, bright, and quietly keen.
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In a pasta house off DeGraves’ way,
I pause to watch the diners stay;
They line the glass, a living show,
As if on stage for all to know.
Forks lift slow in the window’s frame,
Their laughter soft, their gestures same;
And I, outside, can scarce convey
Why they delight in such display.
Do they not feel the watcher’s eyes,
The passing crowd, the small surmise?
Or is it joy—to see, be seen—
A theatre made of glass between?
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At Cucina, just off Collins Street,
a glass window frames the scene
mother and daughter, side by side,
hands curled around warm cups.
Steam drifts upward,
softening their reflections,
while the city hurries past,
its footsteps blurred, unheeding.
Inside, a small island of pause:
their voices low,
woven between sips of coffee,
the sweetness of bond
outlasting the taste of foam.
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FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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