We floated in
Warm muddy water
Calm and lapping on the
Gummy sandbars
Woke earlier in the night for
Reasons that I don’t know or
Reasons I forgot
Dark night scatter-lit
From above and we marched out
To catch the receding tide
Heels sucking in Mexican clay
I’m pretty sure
Cortez was an asshole
But I didn’t know the guy
His sea, though, is just
The kind of adventure that pulls
Some kids from far away
We floated in
black and starlight
and I can’t remember what
we talked about or
if we talked at all
but that night I was sure that
mystery was real and that
life was a stunning gift
it rolled over me in
tides of curling diamonds –
phosphorescence that
I hope Cortez saw too
the sieve and the sand 
HOLY CRAPOLA BEST SPRING BREAK EVER.
people still dont believe me when i tell them we lived a week on a beach… and driving across those mountains… dang… life was freaking sweet.
A friend of mine often covers Cortez the Killer by Niel Young in his/our life shows. My favorite thing about it, is he always precedes it with the introduction, ‘This song is a protest song by Neil Yong, the only man that can get away with writing protest songs about things that happened hundreds of years ago’.
Good piece.