Dutiful Wife
It's what you feel you should say
The script is there
And only the collusion needed,
Taking the words and mouthing them
Talking into air.
But when the trembling voice of evening
Enters the earth
Dark waters stir
And unconsidered flowers, reeking of perfume
So the wet dusk
Draws scent out of roses
That in the day withdrew
Their sweetness, and withheld themselves,
Had only posed, as roses do, so
Beautifully white.
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