A RETRODRADED RETURN

Mercury Transit Poem

Saturn returns to tell me I’ve burnt myself out,
Dear eldest daughter, 
candle lit at both wick ends, 
see how the wax drips in a story along the floorboards; 
If the stars cursed me as I was born, 
Then why must I learn another lesson?
Sure, I’ve given myself away 
Too many times before, 
apples and leaves and branches to all the people before me,
Care…