before the bulldozers come...
O Apricot Tree
If you were a woman,
you would have produced
enough offspring in your lifetime
to populate a planet-
a tastefully sized planet,
like Mercury or Venus-
inhabited by delicious people
not too sweet,
or tarted up,
with names like Goldilocks,
and Nectar,
who don't overdo it on
the perfume.
A world I prefer
over asphalt, concrete
and cookie-cutter houses,
any day, any lifetime.
