The Orchard Poem by Randolph Larsen

Michael Greaney requests his
orchard raked (a persnickety
fact) an ultimate apparently
secret half-desires orchards
learn rake themselves anyway
autumn sleeps rough breakers
of sleet dynamite a postcard
Fields of Athenry drunk deep
tourists explode to spectral
mist & the leaf blown violet
crystal severs the neck till
Greatgrandaddy Greaney makes
his discreet inquiry of wind
relax now you trusty forever
gifted stones & bespectacled
stump yourself'll suffer two
minds how aching laugh about
blister clipping rotten crab
apple reconcile rustic stout
bonafides blessed eternal(if
unabundant preferred combed)
& His Uncertainty Principle?