Time in its Flight

Poetry by George Freek

TIME IN ITS FLIGHT 
(After Su Tung Po, Song Dynasty poet)

Torn from darkness,
the sun reveals a dismal day.
As if from a sermon, 
a bird turns away.
I drink my tea with care.
I lean back in my chair.
It emits a squeak
of compressed air.
I sometimes think 
life is unfair.
Dead leaves fall
everywhere, caught
in a fierce wind,
they careen wildly,
like epileptic drivers,
unaware they’re
no longer survivors.

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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