Big World, you will be
expanding beneath my hands
hot with intention.
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Inside their creased bark
wrapped by wise, concentric hugs
Old trees make new sap
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Shall we take a leap
past the Mayan calendar?
What choice do we have?
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O, Brave New Year, why
do you, in my mirror, still
look just like the old?
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The famed twenty twelve
Compels our greatest strength for
gold-diapered baby.
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