Seth Jani


In the summer heat
A kind of inhuman exhaustion
Comes down from the brazen sky.
In the avenues filled with quarreling neighbors
The spirit is spent and wasted,
The birds tilt their bodies
On drifts of failing wind.
Bound to an unimportant hum
In the boomings of history
The city goes about its procession
Of daily tasks:
A plane crashes,
A waitress loses her job,
A star disintegrates
Over the suburban hills.

Seth Jani was raised in Western Maine. He is the founder and editor of Seven CirclePress ( and his own work has been published widely in such journals as Writers’ Bloc, The Foundling Review, Phantom Kangaroo and Chantarelle’s Notebook. He currently resides in Seattle, WA.

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