maybe it

was eating tapas the other nite but I'm in a Spanish mood. & remembering this distant concert:

I went with Sus Marie Hipp. & after it I wrote this:

A POEM BECAUSE YOU HELD MY PIPE
WHILE PEPE PLAYER FLAMENCO

Some fandango this
played on spintered guitars
sounding like gourds

and every time I try
to stand alone
to cast a net

you bob up
through the hole
I tried to hide

and throw oles
at me until
I tap my heels

against wet pavement
and dance
down the street.