In the evening they came down from the mountain.
They didn’t count the length of the road on their way up
nor on their way down. The height was full of trees, full
of light. Until evening came.
When they returned they couldn’t remember anything.
The flowers had wilted in their sweaty palms; though
they carried them along that long walk and with such
precautions they ended up throwing them away
just one step before their house.