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Poetry by George Freek

IN THE LAST ANALYSIS 
(After Su Tung Po)

The sky is a vast table
I’m hiding under,
but it seems fragile as glass.
Clouds drift through its cracks,
and when night arrives,
another day is lost.
A star flickers. Then
like this fleeting day,
it simply burns away.
It’s what we’re made of.
It does what it was
meant to do. It rises.
It flickers and it dies.
It was only meant
for me to wonder why. 

Su Tung Po (1037-1101) Chinese writer, poet and governor. Courtesy: Creative Commons

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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PLEASE NOTE: ARTICLES CAN ONLY BE REPRODUCED IN OTHER SITES WITH DUE ACKNOWLEDGEMENT TO BORDERLESS JOURNAL

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