I want to tell you
that today
there were more vehicles
on the street than yesterday
or the day before,
maybe five or six.
The asphalt wasn’t
made for the silence,
but it poses quite well
for the houses to see.
I want to tell you
that my neighbour across
has a hanging garden
full of purple flowers blooming.
Do they know that every day
I marvel at their flowers
and layered terrace with
an arch that has leaves growing?
I went up to the terrace
and wanted to tell you just these
mundane things.
