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The Timeless in Time

By George Freek

THE TIMELESS IN TIME 
(After Liu Yong) 

A cold wind blows dead leaves
down the empty street,
as my faucet drips
in the dark.
My smile is like an
empty cob of corn,
half sad, half irony.
I still have my teeth,
but the future looks dim.
I think of the past,
of the friends I knew,
but friendships don’t last.
How to be strong?
It’s wrong to dwell on
what is gone. The moon
and the stars remain
in that vast empty sky.
That won’t cheer me.
I’m not a fool.
I knew that all along

George Freek’s poetry has recently appeared in The Ottawa Arts Review, Acumen, The Lake, The Whimsical Poet, Triggerfish and Torrid Literature.

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