I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I water’d it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned ...

In Linda Joan Smith’s “The Peach Thief,” an orphaned girl posing ... crashing to earth when the espaliered cherry tree she has scampered up to make her getaway breaks free from the wall.