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You can stand at its entrance and see
hundreds of bows, the bow trees arching
holding cows at bay, the hedge
mainstay of first farmers. So complete
the interlock, the large fruit,
heavier brother—more orange
textured than apple. More green-
apple colored than orange. Orange
rooted and firm, more branch-bowed
than straight, more arch-like,
like two lines of soldiers
rifle-crossed for a bride-walk
or for early morning
hikers awe-struck.

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