Poem Written in Spring

As apple blossoms fall
like grains of rice,
I see fish in the murky water
swimming near the surface.
There’s purpose
in their meanderings,
but I can’t say what it is.
Does spring move
fish and men alike?
I think of dead friends
of dead lovers,
who are now so far apart.
Ah Spring, what wonderful
and terrible things you do
to our poor hearts.

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George Freek's poetry has recently appeared in "Acumen"; "Miller's Pond"; "The Gentian Journal"; "Ink, Sweat and Tears"; and "The Whimsical Poet."

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