hands held,
couples chattering.
a swinging lamp pole luminaria;
a smouldering cigarrette--
the only lagniappe;
garage band roars
tear up the night.
blankets splayed on grass,
as fireworks split the sky.
our silent shangri-la.
the graffiti on the back wall reads:
belle-epoque.

and that is true.

A/N: bleh.