I have always

(and that goes back

            a long ways)

I have always

(Well, you can’t take

            that literally)

But in case you do

            I will clarify...

 

I have always

(In the sense that means since

            I've existed)

loved hearing your sound.

 

You have none of Mercury’s

high pitched whining.

 

And Pluto  is a dreamer.

 

You, are solid.

 

Like a glass jar of milk

put down firmly on a

butcher block table

in 1923.