The past has gone
leaving pictures,
and sounds too,
if I listen very carefully
to the VCR of my memory.
Strange though,
they’ve never invented
anything to record smells:
like the perfume you wore,
the corsage I gave you.
Wood fires in winter,
wild flowers in spring.
The wheat-field smell of high summer
and that unmistakable smell
of autumn rain on dusty roads.
Powdered babies in clean nappies
and children's first experiments
with home chemistry sets and
smoking filched cigarettes
in the loo.
Though these are memories of the past
maybe I should think more of the future
for it is well known that
water which has flowed past the mill
can no longer turn the millwheel.
Author notes
ACQUA PASSATA, NON MACINA PIÙ = 'water which has flowed past the mill can no longer turn the millwheel'.
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