Poem for the Morning

And to the morning

Why not to you

And nothing else

To be green in upbringing

The new soft exchange

So many miss

And what of it

If you do

You might ask

To sleep and rustle

In a lover’s breath

Or warmth alone

Are we not justified

In getting rest

When we are weak

Even to miss this

Thing you pace upon

Called a morning

Why not to the day

Why not to that

And nothing else

Is the specific

Your excuse

For being a poet

Must you eat

Each grape

Nodding mmmm

Should you

Do anything

Other than praise

Why not sleep

Why not to that

And nothing else