An impromptu St. Valentine’s day inspired group missive from my friend Alex Pickup inspired its impromptu spirited republication.
Here is St. Valentine.
Lord of love,
Never prisoner of Popocatepetl,
Unruly as a child,
Ruly as an adult,
His dreams are our fragrant rooms to dwell in,
His fragrant rooms are ours to dream in,
Precise in habit,
Premeditated in kindness,
Always would choose salad over chips,
Always would eat chips in his room in secret,
He lived in a small alcove in a church,
Above an alter always looking down,
Tween the bushes