Revival Poem by Stug Jordan
Revival
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
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8/6/2026 1:01:34 AM # rel_20260803T153344Z_4267e77
Effortless piece, or that's how it appears! I'm awake now! ! HG: -) xx