A man in full gear, steadfast and clean,
Guides his machine through the urban scene.
On Swanston Street, beneath morning’s gleam,
He rides the hum of a hissing stream.
The brushes whirl, the water sprays,
He sweeps the echoes of yesterday’s haze.
With every pass, the grit retreats,
Order returns to the bustling streets.
Helmet low, his eyes ahead,
In dawn’s soft gold and city red,
He makes the concrete gently shine—
A quiet craft, a task divine.
Sony A7RV
FE 20-70mm f4 G
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