after Tyehimba Jess

Roy Zhu

                                                the season clear and bright

            i stir to the scent of this air                            like incense tendrils drifting over

    april opens forsythia petals                                                   circling above my head

cold rain bares our bones but                                                   reminds me of love reborn 

       family ghosts wait at every gate                          passing more as rainwater and less as tears.

                                                every first loss and second spring

Roy Zhu is a sophomore English and Environmental Science major who grew up in Greater Boston! His favorite poet at the moment is Rumi and lately he has been listening to Victoria Monét, Rico Nasty, and Kali Uchis.