In Venice by Sarah Russell

on a side street burrowed deep

off touristed San Marco, dusty relics

beckon in a shop no larger

than a footprint.  I join the urbane owner,

a musician -- hair  like Mozart, an artist

in a paint-daubed smock, discussing

Nietzsche, Modigliani, the cafes

in Genoa and Istanbul.  We toast

with Sangiovese in styrofoam.

Cento di questi giorni!

a wish for a hundred of these days.

Sarah Russell lives in State College, PA with a curly dog and a patient husband. Her poetry has appeared in Red River Review, Misfit Magazine, The Houseboat, Shot Glass Journal, Ekphrastic Magazine and Poppy Road Review, among others.  Follow her work at www.SarahRussellPoetry.com