She lays her hand on his shoulder
at the checkout stand. But he won't
go with her, and shakes his head.
She insists! He pays. She walks out
with him to his big car, takes one look,
laughs at it. Touches his cheek.
Leaves him with his groceries
in the parking lot. Feeling foolish.
Feeling diminished. Still paying.
by Raymond Carver
For more about the poet, Raymond Carver, see:
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For more about the poet, Raymond Carver, see:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raymond_Carver
