Monday, March 20, 2023

New Poetry by John Tustin


The few letters that you wrote to me
lie in a pile, disordered,
waiting for me to strike a match

and eliminate them
from the fetid field
where they lie.

I strike my match
as the wind carries
from the sea where you live, across

to my filthy little field.
The fire glows a moment,
goes out before I throw it down.

I light another match.
It, too, is blown out.
Your letters in the wind stir like leaves.

- © John Tustin 2023

John Tustin’s poetry has appeared in many disparate literary journals since 2009. His first poetry collection is forthcoming from Cajun Mutt Press. contains links to his published poetry online.



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