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

10/13/18 LV
Copyright Michael Douglas Scott