Malcolm Evison - Rude Awakening

The telephonic shrill
urgents me
blearily into dawn.
Discomfited I roll
myself across
a seeming endless
counterpane,

set foot
on an insecure floor,
retrieve the handset
and receive
a droning earful.

Bliss was it in that dawn
to be asleep,
to be awakened serves
to remind oneself
they’re far from heaven.

Malcolm Evison

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