9/12 Sunshine and showers, some heavy

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