Laura Finnell
Manifest Destiny
Pluto waits
on the western frontier -
Dodge City, Kansas.
Her dusty boots
are crossed at the ankle,
biding time, leaning on the edge rail
until the Bostoners ride out
on titanium horses
to exclaim at her small, cold beauty.
They'll have to give war parties
the slip, meteor showers
with molten arrowheads;
silent, hidden asteroid belts.
Avoid the thrall and pull
of gas giants, legends
larger-than-life-as-we-know-it.
Pluto will wait.
In the meantime, she practices
lassoing the sun.
Laura Finnell lives in Olympia, WA with her husband and three
cats. She is a member of Seattle's
Mercer Street Poets workshop and has been published in
Arnazella, Slightly West, and 4th Street. See her other poem this issue, Little Sister
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