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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