The milkweed fills my memory
like some delicate thing I loved,
like some unlasting summer
ghosting the mind.
I turn to face the wild light,
the paradox of forms.
If I come again, let the cycle
be mysterious.
Let it be as stunning as now.
The dark bodies of the stars
still unnumbered.
The heart, still haunted and awake.
Seth Jani lives in Seattle, WA, and is the founder of Seven CirclePress. Their work has appeared in American Poetry Journal, Chiron Review, The Comstock Review, Rust + Moth and Pretty Owl Poetry, among others. Their full-length collection, Night Fable, was published by FutureCycle Press in 2018. Visit them at https://www.sethjani.com.
