Sweet nectar
spills in sun
dripping down tributaries
of the Rind
trailing in vines
of discarded dreams
biting into summer 
undone
as scavengers walk
up river
with Puritan pride
to squeeze sweet 
nectar from
time passing by
in second hands
of discarded 
memory
#smallpoems
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