that smell
a strange glittering
uprush
suddenly blown to my
nostrils
from Circular Quay
rekindles in the
heart of a big city
seven
sad small southern seaside towns:
a story in waiting
(and still waiting),
albeit fishier than
Proust’s madeleine.
yes, you need the night photo - really glittering then! It's fun to read you writing about Sydney.
ReplyDeletegood point — never thought of that! don't get to Sydney very often despite being only 3 hours down the freeway.
ReplyDeleteBut Sydney is all about glitter isn't it? I love that memory rush smell brings on...
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