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Madison

The gardener bent toward knotted soil
on which dew found blood red and yellow blush;
and which, by line and hand furrowed,
had called to all with vain delight.
The craft of tender, each bulb upright
as considered placement made;
once preening on river's bank
now condemned to havoc and shard.

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