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An Apology (After Li Shangyin)

One likes what one happens
to like. You like an oak.
I prefer the maple tree.
Is that just the way
people fall out?
Does it matter,
or are we destined
for separate heavens?
Would I still remember
evenings in the park
we no longer shared,
or, gazing at the brook,
sitting on its cool shore,
looking at rising cornflowers,
would I think,
I don’t recognize this,
and yet somehow
would I sense
I’d been here before.

George Freek’s poetry appears in numerous Journals and Reviews. His poem “Written At Blue Lake” was recently nominated for a Pushcart Prize. His collection Melancholia is published by Red Wolf Editions.


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