Last Evening

A Poem by Douglas Caraballo

Photo by Brett Harrison on Unsplash

If I told you it was your last night out
what would you hear.
The bars are over flowing,
The sound spilling out,
is colored like a Negroni
or a Margarita with a salt rim.
The echoes of laughter
and the fearless steps of youth, light the night.
The city is shaded hallucinogenic —
Ultra Violet, past the hours of 2 a.m.
And your lips quiver,
and sirens set off explosions somewhere
at some time.
It is your last night out, and all the moons,
in all the Universe,
are lit up just for you.