san sebastian

follow the cold green haze

and watch it open up

 

aw, man does it open up!

 

to stones and sand

and busy hands

kickin’ the stone corners one by one

up to an airy morn

of slow gaits and idle times

 

and as the green hides and

and the wave glides to kiss the shore

go get leathery on La Concha

with the bootstraps

and loosed straps

and crisp-collared cigarettes

and don’t forget the oil!