Plane at Midnight
Well past midnight as I lie reading
or preparing to sleep in the last quiet ,
a big plane comes droning in the dark sky,
slowly trawls the sleeping neighbourhood
looking to find me at last,
and fades away reluctantly .
It has been looking for me for fifty years ,
since I was a little boy ,
to catch me finally
crashing in through the roof.
I know it will , one day .
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