I WILL LOVE YOU IN THE MORNING
when three birds appear as one bird
on the horizon
when distance blurs
fact but not vision
I will love you
when three birds become one bird
and the one turns silver as a biplane
but quieter
I will love you
when the sun turns birds into silver
and one bird divides into three
I will love you
when three birds become distant
particles firing around
a nucleus of blue morning
and you are a bird and I am a bird
when we are blurred silver
when your beginning becomes
my beginning becomes my end
I will love you when we are bright
as a biplane in the sun
when I am
a bird on the horizon and disappear into you
then reappear still a bird turning silver
still a particle flying into blue
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