Monday, January 2, 2012

Haikus for the New Year

Big World, you will be
expanding beneath my hands
hot with intention.

Inside their creased bark
wrapped by wise, concentric hugs
Old trees make new sap

Shall we take a leap
past the Mayan calendar?
What choice do we have?

O, Brave New Year, why
do you, in my mirror, still
look just like the old?

The famed twenty twelve
Compels our greatest strength for
gold-diapered baby.

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