Champagne Nights

Lacey Goff

Cobblestone,

underfoot,

scraping chairs and

laughter,

bubbling in the air like champagne.

Stars bloom overhead,

flowers stuck in night sky.

People shout at one another,

wine-soaked glee.

Wave to passersby

with Cheshire grins and

glazed eyes.

Night rises with their voices,

until the world is

one drunken night

in Venice.