Now Venus has a “quasi-satellite,” A captured asteroid, absurdly small, An errant spitball passing in the night, Roped in by gravity and held in thrall A mere few thousand years before it goes Careening free again around the sun In an eccentric orbit. No one knows Its future home, when all is said and done. Its designation was 2-0-0-2- V-E-6-8 but then somebody read The 2s as Zs (an easy thing to do) So now we have the name “Zoozve” instead. Some people say “Zooz-vee,” but others say “Zhoozh-vay,” avec un accent très français. —Henry Rathvon