Just yesterday I walked among memories
of my childhood.
I saw the old football field,
nestled among the foliage of the flamboyant tree.
And I smelled the scent of rain.
The taste of summer vacation,
lingering in the air,
distressed me...
I could see and watch
my piece of land
give way to a pile of asphalt,
dying in my heart with every turn of the earth.
He would die watching the flamboyant tree fall,
and disappear into the field.