beginning of downtown crossing

my mind is like white patchouli
mixed with a bit of musk oil
I like to sprinkle the scent onto sheets of bound memories
my fingers press out the smell with every indentation of a new word or syllable
much time has passed since I've been
here....

downtown crossing
people:
watching
smelling
walking
talking
going about their way
the scent of my city is the same
in this train of paper dreams
new memories framed in the windows of passing reflections

now the beginning has become the end

and we are passing through downtown crossing again