Saturn. Poem by Chasity Dorsey

Saturn.



The sun's moon holds over me,
like fathomless,
rain-
showers.
I hold
Saturn's rings
In
The
Palm
Of
My
Hand.
Softly.
Until rain pours like awkward banshees
running in place,
trying to claim
An inner child
fighting
A
war,
I try to
fight with
Stars.

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