THREE PLAIN HAIKUfor Gerry McDonnell
Hours like slow water
Lap the doors and then we sleep
Dreaming we can swim
Uncut grass will climb
Out of control up the walls
Every blade knife-sharp
Old men in flat caps
Small voices on a long street
The street-lamps click on.
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...