Pluto
Pluto, they’re beginning to talk about you,something about losing your status as the planet farthestfrom our reluctant mother the sun.
After all those solitary years aloft, your reputationin all the books, nudged aside by some big glob of ice—so far away, where darkness is the only rule.
And who are we to pronounce your place in the cosmos,even though each of us is, in the smallest way,a dying star, far from everything we know.
Pluto, they’re beginning to talk about you,something about losing your status as the planet farthestfrom our reluctant mother the sun.
After all those solitary years aloft, your reputationin all the books, nudged aside by some big glob of ice—so far away, where darkness is the only rule.
And who are we to pronounce your place in the cosmos,even though each of us is, in the smallest way,a dying star, far from everything we know.
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