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Thursday, 30 October 2008

Poetry

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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