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Frankenstein's Orchard



I have been pruning
For more than two decades
Apple, pear, cherry and plum --
Stubbornly reach for the sun.

Just when I think I'm there
They run amuck again,
Sprout like rabid weeds
Crown out all reason.

When I was young
In my perfect world,
Cultivating fruit trees
Seemed such a waste of time.

Now I've created
Frankenstein's Orchard
Grotesque sentries
Overbearing brutes.

I've obviously learned nothing
About the needs of trees.

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