“I Stare at Passing Clouds (After Tu Fu)” by George Freek

I stare at passing clouds,

above the quiet street.

The evening is peaceful.

Half drunk, I sway

in the doorway. The moon

lights the twilight sky.

Stars glisten like leering teeth.

I've reached fifty-three.

I've lived my life.

There's nothing I'll miss.

There's nothing I'd

go back for. And yet,

I cling very tightly

for support

to this half-open door.

Featured Art: Untitled photograph by Brian Michael Barbeito

George Freek is a poet/playwright living in Belvidere, IL. His poetry has recently appeared in Cholla Needles, The Tipton Poetry Journal, Artifacts Nouveau, The Adelaide Review, and The Sentinel Literary Quarterly. His plays are published by Playscripts, Inc, Lazy Bee Scripts, and Off The Wall Plays.

Brian Michael Barbeito is a Canadian writer and photographer. He is currently working on a visual and prose poem narrative about nature walking titled Pastoral Mosaics, Journeys Through Landscapes Rural. Click here to follow his work.