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The Untended Orchard
A hearty sapling nestled once,
in an orchard gaping silent thirst for wet,
warmth, sun;
fellow springy leafless kin
two meters most
unknown
all new begun;
soaked of same sun
close by they be,
ray to ray
a year of earth,
each and all to reach
one full rotation's birth.
Our hearty snappy sapling hero
(Maybe villain? What is that? What is Hero?)
made first cut with ease.
Survivors grew, he with them
years side by side but na' a friend.
Time cost invoiced in loss
as more fell round his ever
thicker trunk withered unbereaved.
Stay the course!
'Tis not of us we speak,
but of only trees!
Culled, thinned, Orchard deeded death
Unheeded, not of an eon's breath,
Orchard Master,
Neon blinking, shouted “32 Red!”, “No, black!”
He tossed, but we already lost (Yet He already knew, you see).
Last seasons last picked peach,
by thought now a shiny token
rubbed 'tween finger thumb Supreme
(irritating sandy fleck, Oh, mar the luck!)
from pockets celestial deep.
Saplings (No, not us!), of no more import than
a grain of sand
within
a grain of sand
on but one universal beach.
Sun's seed from virgin leaves
infused of muted youth,
with spotted fawn,
Sapling gone, grew thick amidst
spindly fawning free-
knowledge not impeding peace;
Oh Deer, so dear you be.
Knowing, human excrement;
knowledge,
stuff of lies and truth;
Beings, Human's deign to reign,
prance for prancing's sake
exchanging value- life, life;
(to us)
invisible Orchard's gong,
this gorgeous song at wind's baton
unseen by most humanity
focused on their dreams.
But the living lives,
Orchard's flora
humming buzzing orchestral movement
of and on
the living floor,
but not forever does such joy fling wide
naive inviting door.
Innocence to flee;
so soon,
to soon,
to soon;
mere seasons croon to youth in lure,
diving headlong in pursuit
of sparkling spinners,
airs,
weavers, shiny deceivers-
Darwin wins (yet again) while those
fall seeking what isn't here
(or there)
and never was.
Some hide by going to Church.
Some smile, blinding, holding the world at bay-
Some run.
Some Sneer.
Some (perhaps fortunate)
don't even know 'IT's' here.
But,
some swallow,
open mouths define
bark and bite to come for
callow being's
future self induced,
based, quartered, lined-
Oh, bereft politicians, Ponce de Leoners,
defier of age deniers of truth,
scalloped face more truth illumed
than de jour de jure's Michelangelo's surgeon of youth.
Kin still,
in a larger sense,
but leaves fall and
spend
then spent,
land in different laps-
To Cornell, Wharton perhaps?
That fine yellow gold beauty to Ole' Miss.
But the masses needn't move to attend Big Miss.
These leaves that allow the whole to breathe,
(some, most)
let go sold low,
“Oh, Supreme Being, I know, I know, foolishly low!”
Knowing the soul, by virtue of being supreme value, is, Achilles like, immune to the concept of value-
what can gauge what is itself incarnate?
Such is the way of an untended orchard-
Yours-
once of many,
then of few
then of me (not real, but I feel).
I trust, Supreme Being, you read 'Tree'.
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