Sunday, January 1, 2017

The New Year

Like the roundness
And wholeness of an egg,
You could not make it up -
Its speckled curves.
The heft of it.

The new year is
The thing in your hand.
Entire. Mind-bending,
As it stretches and
Curves away from you.

I want my hand not to drop it.

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