the black boats lay still
snug against their gray mother
but our house had flowers lining the walls
cared for by a cheerful man
there were guitars, people, laughter
fast runs along the sunny coast
to small little known beach towns
croissants and espresso in the mornings
wine and sea food in the evenings
the bulls, the feriás, the dancing horses
and flamenco in the night air
but something was missed
in the newness, the excitement, the music, the friends
a connection was dropped
something forgotten
things left unsaid
now, soft and ragged memories
are all that remain
The Ace Hotel Notebook 