Tag Archives: Seth Jani

Aquamarine

The sea is a patchwork kind of dream, Held together by wind and tugboats. On the barges the huge clouds Leave reflections, And the mammoth uncertain thoughts That sometimes find us In the long, turbulent darkness Walk out along the … Continue reading

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Reel

The white motives gyrating through the trees. Like an engine, the moon comes over. Its radiance howls and the winter Dry as sherry grows full In the succulent mouth. We behold our childhood lost In the kaleidoscope of mist and … Continue reading

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Glass

In the last of the desperation The eons fly And the cosmos reels. We come home through the snow On an evening just like this. Above us, the clear spider Of the moon drifts over glass. It may be the … Continue reading

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Phone Lines

Across the city, the cathedral gathers snow In the emptiness of towers. The white juggernaut harnesses the bell To allot the wind its modest singing. A bicycle, speeding over ice, Turns a corner and disappears. In the world a red … Continue reading

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Compass

Struck by nothing While the porch gathers light On an evening in early winter, You think the branches Are a kind of navigation, A geography in moonlight. Across the dark, the drip of stars On Chicago streets Becomes alternately flame … Continue reading

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