Techno-Origami

The 3-D printer

worked overtime

sculpting lemon trees

complete with bees

on budding flowers.

The overheated machine

filled the cardboard orchard

with the scent of hot plastic.

The 12th nightingale arrived

like a prophet

in a cloud of smoke,

considering the same hand

that pushed “print”

remained destined to strike

a single match

and wave goodbye

to a paradise

of paper.