the garden is there
since we arrived we have been planning to plant more flowers pull the weeds remove a pile of decaying garbage that lies in a corner
once or twice we watered it
then we decided the rain that falls
every four or five days was quite enough
when we arrived
one or two fragile violet transparent flowers
floated in the air defined against a cooling shady green later more appeared
each day new miraculous blossoms
swayed back and forth among the stalks and slender leaves
little by little
all the flowers blossomed exhausting the harvest
some months later impelled
by a magical impulse
two adjoining rosebushes
were filled with flowers that soon
unanimously
withered
since then
every three or four days
we say to ourselves
we must buy seeds
fertilize the earth
water the grass
trim the shriveled flowers
perhaps we'll do it
meanwhile
the garden keeps on living its life
and we our own