Seth Jani

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A Walk in February

No elegance tonight;

Just the bare-bodied trees

With their milky shadows,

And a lonely poem

That hasn’t learned

The mechanics of flight.

I sway in my small dilemmas

Thankful to bear

My tiny portion of pain

While 14 billion years of combustion

Continue to flare overhead,

Leaving me consoled

Under the white rose

Of winter stars.