Imagine
An orchard
Lush
With plentiful
Peaches, pears
Apples
And plums

An overseer, however,
Only allows you
To partake
Of cherries
Not already
Snatched
By bird or bug

“Look at our variety”
Says the pit boss
“We have sweet
And Tart
Rainier
Black
And Bing”

Amidst words
The Overseer trusts
Our eyes
Pass over
The divergent
Fruit trees at the heart
Of the orchard