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...

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