Melbournians circulate savoir-faire
in chambers of light, music and motion;
a coagulation of devotion;
virtuosity the hub of this square.
Pumping throughout the veins of the city
a plethora of colour; projecting
a collective nucleus connecting
in an atrium of urbanity.
The ground beneath me sending pulsations
a transient nuit blanche chasing the dawn
a sense of belonging; quite a sensation
when you are gone; I, we, will be forlorn.
For you are the heart, the soul, of us all
you see us; you hear us; we can stand tall
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Charlie Ann Alford 