A chap bears twin barrels, water dark and deep,
Across the street’s long breath he makes his keep.
Flagstaff Garden hums with measured tread,
Where time walks slow and leaves bow overhead.
The iron hoops sing softly as they sway,
A liquid weight that steadies night and day.
Each step a pact with balance, hand and spine,
A craft rehearsed where patience draws the line.
Around him carts and voices surge and part,
Yet stillness gathers in his quiet art.
So moves he on, through Melbourne’s shaded green,
A fleeting scene, yet old as what has been.
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