City Nights by Seth Jani

Stars, as vertical as Chicago,
Burn in the wide systems
Before dawn.
With love annihilated, the streets
Are a river going downstream
Towards God.
So much a stranger
That the mansion fills
With ghosts.
I miss the moon,
Placid and arcane.
I miss those young winters,
Suicidally bright.

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 The Foundling Review, The Devilfish Review, The Hamilton Stone Review, Hawai`i Pacific Review and Gravel. More about him and his work can be found at http://www.sethjani.com.