Ilustración de Aimeé Cervantes Flores
Yellow flower
I come out of office for a cup of tea
Summer beats down on my skull
I walk along the shadows of skyscrapers
The shadow of a worker hanging precariously
From the dome of a building passes over me
His body odour akin to that of ploughed land in scorching sun
Wafts and kisses into my skull
Then, the shadows of the concrete jungle vanishing,
A yellow flower in an instant bursts out.