The Rose Garden

At dusk, a genie appeared on my desk and offered to keep in a flask, for eternity, recollections of my life.

 

I had only a few seconds to indicate three, only three precious memories and seal them forever.

 

So in a fortunate momentum, I answered :

 

“ The rose garden of grandfather,

 

The peppery neck of Constantine,

 

And the vain words of my prayer.”

© 2016