An Alien’s Notes on first seeing a prunus-plum tree
by Jane Matheson
This is a device for recycling air
…so intelligently functional in its design
yet aesthetically pleasing in its line.
These delicate rose-petalled flowers…
so soft to stroke, you can do it for hours!
It is wondrous too
that in the heat of the summer sun,
these flowers become
marble-sized ruby-red rounds
of delectable fruit-flesh.
Humans call it a prunus-plum tree
I would very much like
to take it back with me.
This poem is included in Voyagers: Science Fiction Poetry from New Zealand, edited by Mark Pirie and Tim Jones (Interactive Press, 2009).
You can also find out more about Voyagers, and buy it directly from the publisher, at the Voyagers mini-site.