APRICOTS GROWING WILD

Sweet, sweet, wild fruit
in the first heat of the day
in the desert--
Cool and sweet,
unlooked-for treat
in the desert morning,
an oasis.

Nectar, glowing,
sweet as light,
and chill, from the night--
Cool and sweet delight
heralded by wasps drunk
with pleasure. 

They do not sting,
I do not kill--
Sweet truce
in the first heat of the day
in the desert.

copyright 1983  by CLRedding