Language by John Tustin

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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