The Marble Hunt

Where long brews match the skies above,
In streets once ruled but never shoved.

Where love is all around, voices unite in blue,
As streets roll by, with red sweeping through.

Where New minds thrive, an event after April's end,
Ivies climb high as fortunes ascend.

By spice-filled air, where dishes delight,
On paths that twist and fade from sight.

Behind the stillness, where something stands high,
Your mark lies waiting, between gate and sky.