AMARILLO

AMARILLO

By Elodia Esperanza Benitez

The summer of fifteen

Color of words unsaid

Saw a day with you

In the high of youth

Smiling crooked teeth

Seeing you through a curtain

Of iron burnt bangs

Child brown eyes

Moments of parting glass

For the Quinceañera

Rites of passage

Don’t go down smooth

Burns the throat

By way of phone calls

To say

You were caught up

Amarillo

Sun in your eyes

Burned out the child in mine

“Seeing you through a curtain
Of iron burnt bangs
Child brown eyes ”

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