Who are the women...

Who are the women
Picking flowers
From out of the dirt?

One is raising a high hand
As if to lecture and reproach
Her stooping niece, who
Still bending down, half-turns
Around. "Look!
Look up at the sky!"

"Soon it will rain,"
Their mistress calls
From the balcony,
"Come in."

Inside the banquet is already laid,
Inside the sumptuous table awaits --

But roses creep the far-side of the rocks,
White flowers sway in the tussle of winds.