The Good Wife
THE GOOD WIFE
So many bare, ring-hollow spaces sent chill feels;
These gaping holes in fabric torn are sewn new, sealed.
Some, any, bearing hollows, pace essential fields:
This dusty desert cold is sown now and will yield.
Knowing nothing so long,
Her fertile smile, her redressing stitch,
Saves my everything in time.
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