1959

i remember those
hot nights in barcelona,
the bullfights, the wine
and the sweet green sea
that stretched forever
along the coast of
spain. i remember the
music, the dark eyed
women dancing on the
tables, their castanets
clicking away to guitars
and song. their feet
stomping out the rhythm.
i remember the hot bowls
of paella steaming with
fish and rice, the bread
and oils, the wind of
change holding all of
it in a precarious balance.