October on the planet at the century's end. Beneath it, copper-leaved And sculptural, a Japanese plum. Not Japanese And not a plum, it doesn't seem to mind its name.
Leaves shivering, it struts and dances in the wind.
Gait as elegant and supple as the young Of any of earth's species. To Know Your Planet. As sensitive to temperature as skin is To a lover's touch. The book will say that climate Is complicated, that we may be doing this, and if We are, it may explain that this was something That we did quite accidentally, which she can Understand, not meaning to have spilled the milk. She's one of those who's only hungry metaphorically.