Saturn’s Call

Saturn is calling 

With a backpack promise 

of eternal rings and remembered things.

Night is falling

And he is calling

A name that is not mine.

Two overshadowed would stay in the shadows-

That, I don’t mind.

But Saturn is calling

For a spring lover

A sun-soaker

A blue-eyed blaze.

A pity

I was doomed from the start.

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