Saturday, August 20, 2016

On Saturn’s Moon


    We were partners back on
    Saturn’s moon, nothing would
    Ever change that but she hung
    Back as I went on.  I slowed
    Watching an old style pumping
    Unit wheeze, cranking up
    And down, turning the days

    To nights.  I had no right to
    Expect she’d reach the same
    Conclusion.  The cranking
    Went on, wearing her down.
    She could no longer be as
    She was before.  I shipped
    In all we had, and all we

    Needed came with
    The next consignment
    From earth, but by that 
    Time there was only the
    Pumping and the wind
    Nudging something lonely
    Pleading with the night.


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