she walks with a companion through the park
to buy perfume now her sense of smell is back;
in store for her, an unlocking of time.
forgotten the logic of perfume,
the meaning, the choosing of the memory
and the glamour of the name.
locked in glass cabinets guarded by dragons
elizabeth taylor charlie fire and ice
tabu.
in body shop the staff ignore the customers,
dressed as americans
giggling in a corner.
she tries white musk,
white musk with iris,
neroli jasmine and vanilla bean.
the companion's nose agrees
with her nose
neroli is nicest
in the the park
under the bridge
the ducks sniff the air.
she drifts by
not yet knowing
it's the right one.
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