Yellow is the color of summer.
When dandelions peek
their faces above grass beds
and white petals surround
saffron daisy centers. Birds sing
and chatter all day, and I wake
up to find my mother's smile, sweet
like vanilla ice cream. Oh,
every day's a Sunday morning during
the season when the sun
hangs high like a citrine pendant,
over hot blacktops. From there,
it bakes the Barcelona beach sands
and summer tourists alike.
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