Crowing glory
glory, we expected
to float back all together,
even raced to be first
to ford the asteroid riffle.
Like children reaching in glee
fingers and arms wide as
rice paddies, we embraced
the flood of song pouring in
like stardust off the tongues
of dancing galaxies- but we lost
Pluto – even before the chorus began;
before we could ask IAU to reconsider
to float back all together,
even raced to be first
to ford the asteroid riffle.
Like children reaching in glee
fingers and arms wide as
rice paddies, we embraced
the flood of song pouring in
like stardust off the tongues
of dancing galaxies- but we lost
Pluto – even before the chorus began;
before we could ask IAU to reconsider
what makes a
planet; before we could
implore
134340 to bring its moon home,
to convince it that turning in a slow whirl
to convince it that turning in a slow whirl
like
a dervish around the sun
is better than flying wild with legs
clutching an icy braid of comet tails.
But they don't hear us,
they're already three billion miles
gone and outside we notice
the stars have never been so bright.
is better than flying wild with legs
clutching an icy braid of comet tails.
But they don't hear us,
they're already three billion miles
gone and outside we notice
the stars have never been so bright.
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