Ontigola

I walked through a field of red flowers it was hot that day and my shirt stuck to my back it started to rain thick black rain drops I wondered to myself is that oil the flowers closed like eyelids do but I kept walking on a gravel path my destination wasn't aware of my upcoming arrival the black rain drops fell from the purple sky I swear I'm not color blind it's just this place here I remembered what my mother used to say you should always bring an umbrella even on the train as I crossed the rusty railroad tracks there came a hum from far away a dark grey crow swooped down I was happy for his color you better get out of here he cawed I looked at him I'm sorry my ears are clogged with English I said and he laughed we drank oolong tea that night under the awning of a Chinese bar he mentioned his past job as a travelling salesman I ground my teeth but all along that red field stuck in my mind I couldn't look him in the eyes he could tell and before long we parted ways