Turns out

size really does matter.


Pluto’s too small,

our children are too big.


Would the terrorists

have targeted a smaller building?


Would McDonald’s sell so many fries

if they weren’t Supersized?


Nothing is certain.

Death? Taxes?


Sure, one could argue.

I say, there is only love.


And call it a dwarf

or call it a genuine planet,


Pluto’s still there,

relentless in its orbit,


the sun shines on though we’re told

it might not eventually


and I still give every star your name,

however fleeting.