Gabriel FloresPhotographs by Gabriel Flores, March 2020
7 frames
The Boys of the Malecón In the late afternoon A stretch of kids on the edge One daring the next They aim their sights To the crashing water below. Cradling their excitement Their laughter echoes Off rushing cars behind Who will be the first one to go? Or the second? Rigid earth peeks the surface Frivolous of the law I hear levity in their voices No hint of fear in their nature Only pleasure taken in the rebellion A brotherhood of affection One by one, the Malecón, a savior.