The shed, down by where buttercups well up,
had drifted upon flood-water, spreading
the filthy pond shallows, wallowing; solid,
from the look of it as it stands now; one thing,
despite all one knows of its fey builder
who would never look at makers' diagrams
or their list of points in how many languages?
but would have resented prescription and strong caveats;
and then was pushed toward the fence, which broke
and gave way, as is obvious it must,
feather board and trellis upon sticks
inadequate to hold such weight when swung
upon a flow of overwhelming liquid;
and had to be worked back, harming the lawn.
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