dead trees

the peach tree
is empty.
barren. the fruit
is on the ground,
at the mercy of
the earth, of
insects, animals
that wait
their turn. my
desire is gone
for this fruit,
this once sweet
peach that i needed,
and wanted. this
stark grey tree
won't show fruit
again. not with
me, not in my
yard. i tear
it down, pull it
out by it's roots.
enough with peaches,
with false, and
forbidden fruit.