Watering Plants

Watering Plants. The shadows of the outdoor plants I have watered hang on the white washed wall of my cottage and their flowers are closing like a woman who do not fancy her beau… yet makes a shadowy presence as not let him down too harshly. - this because flowers and women always think they have to be nicer than they need to be- As the sun fades the lover wonders where he went wrong, too much water, drowning them in his ardour to see a rose in its total splendour; the succulence and conclusion of primeval longings. From every corner of the universe night seeps in, as he walks on a sandy lane that makes his footsteps insignificant… muted like he should not exist more. Old gardener wonders if he has lived too long and roses display themselves for someone else’s delight.