A young man was playing Spanish guitar
Across the street from the restaurant
Where I was eating dinner.
In a moment I was taken
To another seaside town
Perhaps Málaga or San Sebastian
And I imagined an old man
Bringing me red wine.
The air was mild in that boat harbour
And the cuttlefish was served
Directly from the brightly burning coals.
I thought, 'I've never tasted tomatoes
Quite like these'
As I listened to the rhubarb
And smiled at the hospitality of the old man.
The harbour lights floated in the night sky
And danced across the water
And a young man played his
Spanish guitar across the street.
Photo by Sharosh Rajasekher on Unsplash
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