Three Riddles
I
My prototype was sure to please
Recalling fragrant, sun-soaked trees.
Long severed from these boughs of bliss
I’m shipped, embalmed by artifice.
In gelid columns I await
Infusion, to approximate
My forfeited authentic state.
What am I?
II
The loftiest have but a pair;
Squared is a lower state.
With two more you may serve as fare
For one possessing eight.
What are we?
III
Transitional, where species meet
When bipeds go upon four feet.
My function in this mobile stack:
To fit a bottom and a back.
What am I?
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Matthew J. Morris, an attorney, lives with his wife in New York City.