Tuesday, January 01, 2013

New Year


Carry the ashes and ice
that is this body

This token
Beckons? Beacons?

I don't know



Yet here you are
January 1

explosive
all the radiance and charm

of a fat baby



Make me return
to the scrolling of life

from this snow-cast hide
to the Forsythia hinge

to the spiral hymn of sun


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