THE NEW MORNINGS Poem by Dan Coman

several times a week there are new mornings
mornings that seem as good as any other
if they don't quite reach a meter's height

some educational cubes for children under one

coffee no longer fits in
tobacco no longer leaves the mouth and
our love sits close between us like a cow
shedding its hair

mara walks here
walks all sorts of small bodies
for whom the air is just a toy
to push quickly-quickly in the nose

these are new mornings
powdered milk rolls all over the length of them
a chicco sun ticks endlessy over their width

these are new mornings

a meter above them
our large bodies float already belly-up