For months, nothing but drops 
Of falling rain. 
It rotted the estival buds
to blacked nubs. 

Each lump of slime tumbled 
Into the pond along the hedge.
Each fingerbranch is now is humbled 
and bare, like a bride 
whose fumbled ring 
washed into the gutter.


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