They rise eventually:
The sleepers, the revelers
In the grass, the coyote phantoms
With their legacies of song.
After the ice thaws
There will even be blue palaces
Pacts the dead made
Taken upon anew.
Someone must have convinced
The resurrectionist to work
His magic,
To let the past materialize
Like a receding shore.
Even the flower lost
In the Panthalassa Sea
Its face barely altered
By the ravaging salt.

Seth Jani


Seth Jani currently resides in Seattle, WA and is the founder of Seven CirclePress (www.sevencirclepress.com). His own work has been published widely in such places as Abyss & Apex, The Chiron Review, The Devilfish Review, The Mithila Review, VAYAVYA, Gingerbread House, Gravel and Zetetic: A Record of Unusual Inquiry. More about him and his work can be found at www.sethjani.com.

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