GATEWAYS

A collection of poems by mike hackmer

| Our First Morning, Part Three |

With the sun rising now

pushing

               down

the blanket of table plant shadows

to the floor

 

I awaken more widely.

 

          I feel rejuvenated by love

 

with all the energy

passion

playfulness

mystery

and dreams

of the first time I know I've had, but cannot remember.

 

Our first morning, together

 

                           feels like the first morning ever

that love has been so real.

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