[in which the jackals joy, redeem]

In which the crocus bursts in bloom. 

In which the lonely leap like deer. 

In which the nettles rise in smoke. 

‘

In which the owls eat their young.

–Aaron Lopatin

Aaron Lopatin is a poet and teacher living in Brooklyn, New York. His work has appeared in the Colorado Review, Chicago Review, Tupelo Quarterly, Conjunctions, and elsewhere.