Bail by John Tustin

The water streaming in from a million little holes
And swirling around my white and increasingly frail
Ankles

I look for you
To help me bail

And I call your name


And the water spurts in
In otherwise silence

To my knobby white knees

As I watch it rise
And I bail

Calling
Calling your name

About the Poet:

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