CAMERON A. LAWRENCE


                                     



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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