(After Lu Yu)
As I stare at the sky,
and the night deepens,
it seems like a hole
the stars fall into.
Trees wave like black
wands, and life moves on.
But it seems nearly over
before it’s begun. After
sixty years, that’s all I know.
I once had a cat,
and I also had a lover.
They died together.
I find I’m only able
to drink wine and laugh,
and I fear the future
will be just like the past.
will be just like the past.
George Freek is a poet/playwright living in Belvidere, IL. His poetry has reently appeared in West Trade Review; Off Course Jounal; The Ottawa Arts Review; Limestone Journal; and The Sentinel Literature Quarterly. His plays are published by Playscripts, Inc.; Lazy Bee Scripts; and Off The Wall Plays.
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