Morning

MORNING / Steven Schreiner after Tzara neighbors bring in the News night narrows to a crack at the window sUl fishermen take shape in the park, Uke trees with long quivering branches I cut a shaft of Ulac in a bowl on the green table it bleeds and bleeds from a deep source waking up, braid your hair, turn the face of the clock to the waU leaves of dandelions filmed with morning's smoke are swords clattering above snaUs who eat the echoes of waterfaUs only the road never changes the odor of fennel foUows it the gesture of the curve shouts in the sun but today whUe ifs cloudy cars look less fierce so let's roU an earthworm in our hand let's look at each other whUe blackbirds close Uke an umbreUa on the street and the nipples of the mother downstairs ache for the lips of her new son let's meet in mid-morning when Tm sleepy and the rain has seeped into the sofa, Uke your stray hairs The Missouri Review · 149 ...