Remember Pluto
Love your crooked path.
There are no crowns,
just gravity --
Pulled and drawn
by the self-same sun,
obedient to an orbit, and
the few lifetimes-of-work
to complete a single trace
of our furthest edge,
his name is his own --
regardless.
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Martha T. Terrell
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