From New Year's
By Dana Gioia
The new year always brings us what we want
Simply by bringing us along to see
A calendar with every day uncrossed,
A field of snow without a single footprint.
I'm not sure where you can read the rest of this poem...I think it's from Interrogations at Noon.
Here's a link to Gioia's The Lost Garden.
And here's a funny bit from Gioia's Money:
Money. You don't know where it's been,
but you put it where your mouth is.
And it talks.