Orchard of one

Poem, 30th of June 2026

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I stand tall upon the

hill rising above the city

Surrounded by a vibrant green nothingness

My toes reach deep into the soil beneath me

Hardened, darkened skin taken hostage by the July sun

I stand tall upon the

hill rising within the

orchard where nothing grows and

where my kin visits not

Surrounded by nothing but the knowledge that in this orchard of one, I am the most effervescent

The most pulchritudinous

The only

The only

The only one that stands in this orchard, magnificent

Only

Only if my arms could bear fruit