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| Potter's Crackers by Amanda M. from Flickr |
There are eleven crackers in the pack.
That’s what’s left.
I folded the open part of the inner sleeve over
but they still get stale fast.
There is a woman’s clothing drying
on someone else’s line.
The neighbor’s cat doesn’t come anymore.
He’s found another home-away-from-home.
The ducks will come back here soon.
Until then, it’s still night becomes day
becomes night becomes day.
The moon folds into itself by morning.
There are eleven crackers in the pack.
That’s what’s left.
They may be stale now.
Eleven crackers tonight – all for me.
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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.
