I found this spot an open wound
Across your weeping pavement
I breath the air caressed by winds
The sun's warmth wakes pale skin
I laugh to see the Old Blooms dare
Lingering in defiant revelry
To walk amongst these friends as Prodigal
I remember songs forgotten
This court of words and wind
The foolery of Gods and Nature
To feast my eyes and ears and heart
On recipes grown in history
Moments quick as butterflies
Happen around you every second
Open your eyes!
Open your eyes!
- Christopher Getz
