Intermezzo

Intermezzo I was in Huelva in 1958, a poverty-struck town in Spain there were Tivoli carrousels and all that I met a beautiful gipsy girl barefoot in the dust. We laughed a lot; I don’t know why and she kissed me passionately in the park. Her father came, he was grim, she cried, to mollify him I gave my Ronson gas lighter, no one else on the ship had a lighter like this. The father was pleased but walked off with his daughter and my lighter That’s ok 40 years later, I stopped smoking