The poem describes a man's morning routine of walking outside into the brisk, sharp air that slices his freshly shaved face. He spits out mint-flavored liquid into bushes and settles into his "cooling chamber" as he walks alone down the streets, guided only by machines and surrounded by nature's blinding sights like a man without vision, traversing the paths alone without others.

1. Ode to a Morning
By Matt Perez

2. The brisk air, sharp as a sword

3. Slices the skin of his cleanly shaved
face,

4. Like the cup of dark magma

5. Tastes bitter and burns alongside the
Mint liquid spit from his mouth into
the bushes.

6. He settles into his cooling chamber,

7. Like a child entering a doctor’s office

8. Eyes wide open, blinded by nature,

9. Traverses the streets like Daredevil.

10. No construction crew to accompany
him,

11. Led by machines -- dead cold steel,

12. Joined only by yellow submarines --

13. Same place, different location.