Today we will not talk about apricots
Because I don’t like the taste of them.
I know you enjoy the succulent fruit, but
Believe me, it’s not worth mentioning:
Those apricots. And I know you know
I despise them, but there you go again
Ringing my doorbell, bringing in a fresh
Basket of apricots like a good neighbor.
And I have to watch you shove them
In your mouth very slowly, while
We talk about literature. You know
This bothers me to no end, but I’ve
Learned to deal with it. I know you wrote
A poem about apricots 40 years ago for my
Grandfather and that’s ok. I wasn’t born yet.
You didn’t know I would hate apricots.
As for taste, I prefer Florida Oranges.
They’re not bad. You should try one.
They’re bitter sweet with a kiss sour.
Let us write a poem about them.
My oranges. I promise you, no green
Worms will grow out your ears.
Why do you look sad? Ok, if I must
Admit one thing just to make you happy,
Is that apricots grow well on trees,
Just like oranges.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem