December 31, 2003

  • The New Year

    The wind is broken
    leaving open fields
    of ice. The bird
    has one foot frozen
    to the earth, yet
    sings beneath his
    wing. The sky is bent.
    And sure into the cold
    night we are turning,
    followed by the first
    star and the last.

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