Surplus

by Douglas Polk

yarn on the living room floor,
among the patterns of dolls and teddy bears,
spread across the space to the kitchen door,
all stuffed with the surplus of love,
which seems to ooze from her very pores,
when out on the town,
children search her out for hugs and smiles,
wherever we go,
making me proud she is my wife,
and I fortunate enough to be her husband.