My Utopia:

My mother's friend I loved immediately
She had been to university, law school
a castle and a ghetto
and she came back to Michigan at thirty-six
ready to settle
on the corner of milkand honey
with a nice lawn.  Why did I love her?
She understood, then humbly chose her place.
Were I a king

I would that all learn as she did;
Were I a scientist

My hypothesis would be:
     with that university,
     law school, castle and ghetto
     we will all pick our corners of milk and honey
     one house per person and fill up the street;

Were I a food critic and acclaimed as well

I truly doubt my own understanding in this poem
I can't settle here or read the street signs.
Do I inspire my friend's daughter? maybe I should
be a king instead- there's honey there, and someone can explain how to write poems
said the ghetto and the university.