(after the tour with The Skipper and Gilligan)

You and me, we took a trip to Pluto
in a great sky ship, tiny portholes
looking at the earth get smaller and smaller
until there was nothing left.
No blue oceans or island shores
with white sand beaches and tikki huts
drinking Mai Tais in the afternoon,
a handful of shells and starfish
spread out on the bar like pirate gold.
No laughing freckled faces and arms
under brimmed hats and beach wraps
that blow away in an endless breeze.
They say Pluto is not even a planet,
not even a moon whose gravity tugs at tides.
They say it is frozen and dark.
I imagine that we will wake up
from this suspended dreamless sleep
and lick the grains of sand from our teeth.