‘Cherish’

Raymond Carver : Cherish

From the window I see her bend to the rosesholding close to the bloom so as not toprick her fingers. With the other hand she clips, pauses andclips, more alone in the worldthan I had known. She won’tlook up, not now. She’s alonewith roses and with something else I can only think, notsay. I know … Continue reading →