Orchard

You plucked my fruit and claimed

There was never a tree

You weighed it out, but you

Don't believe in gravity

Does it taste like your sentiments?

Or is it sweet?

Because if not, the two of us

Must both be cheats

My ground was watered with

Dishonesty and fear

Yet I expected to have beared

Honey-crisp frontiers

Instead, I'll fall and get bruised

Those are the sweetest parts,

However,

Which reveal the truth