By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm
Making my way south
Walking alleys in and out
Treading streets here about.
Soaks through the pores the air
Tastes so refine and fair
Gleaming sweetness of summer.
Is it the Yarra or the Seine
By the banks I meet you, friend
Floating through me…
The heart of Melbourne.
January 2014
