26 August 2012


In the heart of the city
on a cloudless,
sun hot,
breeze free day,
we slipped through
the arch
on Young Street,
behind the museum.

Passion fruit
was the juice
of the day,
sipped to a serenade
of national folk music
being rehearsed
these doors.
The aroma of
a sumptuous feast,

escaping the
inner sanctum,

enveloped us.

with the scent
of culinary alchemy,
we sated our thirst
with one last swallow.

The unseen musicians
giving us
a timely cue
to leave,
the way we had come.
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