Five poems by Fred Johnston
THREE PLAIN HAIKUfor Gerry McDonnell
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Hours like slow water
Lap the doors and then we sleep
Dreaming we can swim
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Uncut grass will climb
Out of control up the walls
Every blade knife-sharp
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Old men in flat caps
Small voices on a long street
The street-lamps click on.
EN POINTE
The landing was so rough people screamed,
A woman charged the cockpit door
A gabble of schoolboys bit into swearing as if it were f...