John Tustin

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Dreamlife 3

I am the bird at your window at night
That you know is a ghost.
I never knock or make a sound,
Even when I shake my wings.

I am the dust in the corner
That your tools cannot reach;
The dripping in your kitchen sink
That keeps you from being so lonely.

I am the drop of rain
That is falling down like a single tear
To your lips as gently
As the way we sometimes kissed.

John Tustin's poetry has appeared in many disparate literary journals since 2009. fritzware.com/johntustinpoetry contains links to his published poetry online.