Tuesday, January 5, 2010

January 1, 2010

Last Year

I have folded the days
of last year like small
paper cranes.

I have thrown them
by handfuls into
the windy night

and watched them
make starry circles
in the frozen sky.

Since they left, I have
searched bare branches
and open fields

but have found no
paper wing or still-
flapping day.

They must have joined
their brothers and sisters,
perched high

in an eternal tree
whose leafless branches
are white with our history.

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