Jessica Shekhtman
Scrunched up tiny streets, with abundant life.
Umbrellas draped over every checkered street.
People crowded, yet incapable to complain.
Masks of all colors to conform anyone into a ball attendees.
Claustrophobia is distracted by seemingly small alleys.
The Rialto bridge, leads to another plentiful adventure.
Medieval clothe dryers, yet modern to sight.
Each whimsical word, speaks a new tale.
Sorbet ice cream, a soft fruity welcoming taste.
Peacock skinned water shimmers in the luminescence.
Showers of rain droplets, paints a story.
Small, but enough to lose yourself with every step.
Each voice echoing in the thin canals, a pure gift.
Lively canals ruffle in the midnight, after all the lanterns are napping.