On Swanston Street he pauses mid-stride,
Banh mi signs glowing, tram bells collide.
Hand on his nose like he’s solving a crime
“Was it the pigeons… or lunch last time?”
Backpack sagging with heroic regret,
Street performers playing songs no one gets.
Tourists drift past like confused schools of fish,
While he rethinks that extra chilli wish.
Melbourne hums in monochrome grace
And he stands there, philosopher of face.
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