January 1, 2012

Dear 2011,
I don’t hate you.
I’d asked you to be the year
of Prosper.
I was thinking green tilled
fields, casks of wine, gold coins.
Not earthquakes, devastation,
and brutal endings.
If I’d known how much
you would hurt,
I wouldn’t have signed up for you.
So I’m glad I didn’t know.
I wouldn’t have missed you
for anything.
I’ll be in love with you forever, dearheart.
But now. 2012.
Dragon year for a dragon.
Bloom like fire,
bloom like roses,
bloom wide open.


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