Remember the days when Pluto was a planet? Warrener certainly does, with a touch of reflection on her own life. Warrener has had an interesting life in her transition between an American backyard childhood to Tokyo's back streets. The poem is a game of hopscotch that carefully plays with innocence and revelation, especially in the reminiscing of the (truly morbid) childhood song Alouette. "Who knows why/we call to mind these/moments or how." The ironic twist of this poem is that Pluto was never really a planet. Warrener wonders if her memories are a reflection of her true past, or if her nostalgia is not entirely accurate. Perhaps we look at when Pluto was a planet in the same we were view our own past through rose-coloured glasses. The main question behind this poem is whether or not we will create anything meaningful for the next generations to remember us. Or will our lives, as Pluto's status as a planet, become obsolete?
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