Two Poems
Barbara Everett, 8 February 2024
“... Johnson’s HouseThe hopeless, who hadNowhere else to go, he packedInto his house. SoLoneliness took onThe look of home, duty grewUseful, like tea-cups.TrialsThey go like lightningOver jumps, under tunnels,Up slides and down, then(Best of all) needle-Thread small transverse hoops as ifFreed of being dogs ... ”