Yes, wrong again - the worst, the worst . Stands looking sad at soaking clumps and holds her hope with indoor eye , fallen eye – olive eyes. She wonders why she stands so far from all the things she could have done and digs and digs with worried hands, her bitter tongue, bitten tongue . But tepid skies have set again on raining June’s in-tangled plans and so she breaks these broken roots . Breaks broken things, broken down