New Poetry by John Tustin

Sea-Wind 

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. fritzware.com/johntustinpoetry contains links to his published poetry online.