Vivaldi
took a few
notes and syllables,
scrambled them
into
a few more
notes;
paragraphs
structured
to dictate
your movement,
and
now we
get to fill
our
bellies
full.
See,
rhythm
just paved
the
way for our
love
to find
each other.
This
poet’s
only request
is
to
not let
this
simply
stop
with
Vivaldi
and
his
chromatic
prose.
M.C. Davis
