William Prindle has earned an Honorable Mention in Streetlight’s 2025 Poetry Contest
The Orchardist’s Lament
If I spent less time
in unstructured circumspection
and dreadful inference
I might remember
that circumference is nothing
but pi times diameter
and I might not have to rue
the mismeasurements I make
in fencing these apple trees
from noisy birds and sneaky
squirrels. I might not keep
repeating what a dolt
to myself as I continue
to overlook my own advice
and nurse my sore thumbs
from recutting and rebending
this eighteen-gauge wire,
when all these years I could
have eaten bushels of Yeats’
apples simply by dropping
a berry in a stream at dusk


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