These Memories are a Pavement by John Tustin

These memories are a pavement
Going on uninterrupted for miles,
Wet with the rain, beautiful from
Afar and slippery when trodden.
They are where I slip and fall each
Night and where I awaken each
Morning, getting myself up and
Continuing to walk this sidewalk
That goes on and on yet leads me
Nowhere but back to us and, as
We know, us is not something we
I think about that tonight as I walk.
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About the Poet:

John Tustin is currently suffering in exile on the island of Elba but hopes to return to you soon. contains links to his published poetry online.

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