King of the pram, one hand on the wheel,
the other on life’s never-ending deal;
sale signs shout and footpaths stream,
but bub just surveys the grayscale scene.
Dad rolls steady, beard set firm
CEO of naps and snack-term;
in a city sprinting two-for-one,
he pushes tomorrow in the sun.
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Along the Warrnambool path he runs,
not alone but doubled
one heartbeat in his chest,
another sleeping beneath canvas and shade.
The pram wheels hum over concrete seams,
a soft percussion against the ocean wind.
Benches wait like patient witnesses,
watching miles pass in quiet increments.
Grey sky, salt air, clipped coastal grass,
trees bent inland by decades of weather;
here, movement is inheritance,
passed forward with each steady stride.
He pushes into the breeze from Lady Bay,
breath rising, shoulders set,
carrying tomorrow along today’s track
between dunes and distant surf.
No fanfare, no finish line ribbon,
just the rhythm of footfall and rolling wheels,
a parent charting a narrow road of care
through the wide, windswept edge of town.
In Warrnambool’s muted light
the future rides gently ahead of him,
and every metre gained is a promise
kept in motion.
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FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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In the sun, she moves with quiet grace,
A pram before her, steady pace.
Down Swanston Street where footsteps flow,
Through the city’s midday glow.
The crowd surges, a restless stream,
Shadows flit and windows gleam.
But she — a calm within the tide,
With a plaid of hair swung to one side.
The tram bell rings, the pigeons stir,
Yet all the world slows down for her.
A mother’s rhythm, firm yet light,
Carving day from neon light.
Melbourne pulses, grand and wide,
But still she walks, with time beside.
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FE 50mm f1.2 GM
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