Fruit, the friendly feast—
Destroyed by some who see
Unattained perfection state
Get in the way of you and me.
The apple, eaten,
Is not temptation itself.
Tree fruit remains for us to gorge
In sickness and in health.
Supply chains expose
Pesticides, geopolitics, exploitation—
Too much
For luxuries to go unrationed.
Fruit, been turned to foe—
Remade by other needs.
The love-hate nature's glee and gloom
Starves out as much as feeds.
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