He wakes up to rain on his window,
the wash of gutters and drains
in the street; an early car starting;
the yawn of a garden gate –
and love, with a homicidal stare,
nailed like a picture to the wall.
Alarm bells revive neighbour’s bodies
as the world ends again.
He thinks he might as well get up.
I say nothing more than I just LOVE your style. t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Effortless piece, or that's how it appears! I'm awake now! ! HG: -) xx