Paged
a rose arose
She once saw something, just outside her window, and tried to explain it to me.
“A rose arose and swelled above all things. The blossoming of its velvet petals exposed the underneath.”
“Pardon?”
She paused and tried again.
“A rose lifted up and then unfurled, just outside there… Did you see it? Can you see it now?”
“I don’t see anything… I’m sorry.”
She frowned at me as tears welled up in my eyes.
“Where was it exactly, sweetheart? Show me again.”
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Later, I planted flowers in the area she glanced at that day. If she liked them, she never said. Now I water them, year after year, and mumble to myself about rising roses to an empty window.