John Tustin

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Bird Eyes

When I sleep.
the memories of you peck at me,
stare at me with little black bird eyes;
hop away on three-toed feet,
leaving hatch mark tracks in snow

and, when I awaken,
they wait on the edges,
the sills of everything.
They do not,
will not fly away.

John Tustin's poetry has appeared in many disparate literary journals since 2009. His first poetry collection from Cajun Mutt Press is now available at https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C6W2YZDP. fritzware.com/johntustinpoetry contains links to his published poetry online.