Nana offers me a pick.
She loves a little play on the horses.
I scour over names,
Fascinating, colourful.
“Nana, I pick this one.”
Pointing, unsure how to pronounce.
Uncle Frank applauds. Nana nods.
“Except the Sun, it’s the closest star.”
Ken Howard calls it:
Bet – ell – gurz.
Written: Betelgeuse.
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