8th June 2012

Dear Getting High in Melbourne,

Thank you.  I was so high the other night; high above Melbourne, wide-eyed above the city, breathless... 

That was my first time to the top.  I saw your light and shade, your wet skirt, your dark patches and your twinkling christmas lights. 

Dots of cars moved around your grid, each seeking a way out of the maze.   Lights flickered on and off.  Bridges curled around your outskirts.  Your black liquid river flowed.

Thanks for the views, Eureka.

jojobee

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