I used to like gardens, putting flowers on the row, Tending the soil, cutting the grass, Removing the weeds, Pruning the lush greenery of trees And making the flor-de-luna vines Create a certain impression Of a landscape, A certain motif A theme of gladness Something to cherish I take a good look around my Little garden And then I would sit under the shade of flowering champaca trees throwing fragrance Sprinkling perfume The neighbors say that the scent of ylang-ylang even reaches their houses And the white sampaguitas so exuding I used to dirty my hands putting soil on the flower pots Designing landscapes of love And patience, curves and hills, And tend to all the colors mixing in space, I used to I am telling you I stopped When I married, My wife comes to my garden And rearranges everything She puts what she wants And pulls what she Thinks repels her She cuts the flowers Puts them on the vase And uproots some species That I love And soon the garden has not become mine Crowded, and strange And what used to be my little garden Green Bermuda grass and patterns Red Anthuriums heart shaped Pink Dahlias praying to the sun Orange Gumamelas dancing in the wind And yellow dancing ladies beaming with pride Olive Palms waiving to passers by with all cheers Violets so assuming White lilies in pure dignities Lotuses in meditation moods Husky Cactuses confident with thorns Finger Ferns so fine and cool My garden Now is a forest The wanton chaos My garden is gone All the patterns changed Drastically And she asks me She asks me Why I don’t tend the garden anymore She asks me If something is wrong If everything has gone wrong She asks me if I still love my garden She asks me if I can begin planting some seeds again She asks me if I still love her, AND THIS IS HOW I PRUNED IT: I like gardens I don’t tend the garden anymore I still love her,
Posted on: Fri, 14 Feb 2014 07:05:18 +0000
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