Nature's Inhumanity to Nature
A tree is what nature is
an apricot tree
married to a small paved yard
longer than my marriage
nourished by love
fruited after twenty years
in sympathy
to aging inhabitants
and to
the suffering of its family members
from wild fires
long way away.
with a silent request
for the pits of the fruit to be saved
in the damp compost of my memories
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