The click on terra cotta tiles
A welcoming staccato beat
Quick-sure heels on cobblestone
We join the rhythm on the street.
Mellifluent foreign banter
Fill the sidewalks and the bars
Then laughter tinkling, glasses clinking
Under the Italian stars.
Heady scent of sweet ambrosia
Lips stained red with deep dark wine
Swarthy locals’ smiling faces
Lovers with their arms entwined.
Tastes and smells are all around us
Food and drink beyond compare
Warm night air drapes on my shoulders
Sated, sleepy, not a care.
Street musicians serenade us
As we stroll our way back home
Memories to last a lifetime
A summer’s night in downtown Rome.