POETRY
Good Morning
by Cameron Morse
What the fight was
about, last night’s,
after the morning sun
resects the lawn’s last
lump of ice, doesn’t matter
anymore. Everything becomes
dormant. Flowerbeds
drown in unraked oak leaves,
the breezes brokering
deals with silence.
At last only the sparrows
beat in the evergreen
heart of the yew. ■
Cameron Morse taught and studied in China. Diagnosed with a brain tumor in 2014, he is currently a third-year MFA candidate at UMKC and lives with his wife, Lili, in Blue Springs, Missouri. His poems have been or will be published in over 50 different magazines, including New Letters, pamplemousse, Fourth & Sycamore and TYPO. His first collection, Fall Risk, is forthcoming from Glass Lyre Press.