Language by John Tustin

Ephemeral Elegies

The noises echo at night

With no one else on the street.

There are no streetlamps

And the headlights have to do too much work.

I try to interpret the signs,

The sounds as best I can

Because I can hardly see anything.

Since I moved here

I’ve forgotten much more

Than I’ve learned.

Since I moved here

I’ve lost my old language

And never acquired the new one.

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About the Poet:

John Tustin’s poetry has appeared in many disparate literary journals since 2009. contains links to his published poetry online.

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By penwithlit

Freelance writer and radio presenter

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