ONE MAN’S WIFE
~ by Philip Booth
Not that he promised not to windowshop,
or refuse free samples, but he gave up
exploring warehouse bargains, and forgot
the trial offers he used to mail away for.
After, that is, she laid on the counter what
she had long kept hidden under the penny candy,
and demonstrated, one up-country Sunday,
the total inventory of one wife’s general store.
“Up-country,” in Philip Booth’s coastal Maine world, is the sparsely populated, higher-elevation interior of the state, a land of vast forests and the occasional logging hamlet with its general store and post office.