Out of the Sun
from the sign of the Hunter she comes,
like the swing of a hammer
past one belt into another.
After billions of years
the king of the underworld
greets a new visitor to his court,
a brief nearest neighbor
though she will not tarry—
shining as bright in this
new world’s nitrogen sky
as this world does
at her home world.
We can look forward
to the honeymooner’s pictures
slowly uploaded to the web.
And may our latter-day
Proserpina
live long.
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The usual suspects decided we'd write some poems to commemorate the New Horizons flyby of Pluto, happening now (basically). I wrote one a few years ago for the 2012 National Poetry Writing Month, here's my new one! I've kept to the ethic of not spending too long on it, hopefully it doesn't show too badly...
