Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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11 DEGREES NORTH 2

Flour sacks dust the backs as they are stacked
Flour sacks dust the backs as they are stacked
bakery odors, oven fresh bread is cooled.
Iguanas stretch in tops of palms to catch the air
and sway.
Marimba echoes in the breeze, notes float
from wooden keys.
A bum, inebriate, takes a snooze and taxis
are on the move.
People wait in line at bank cash machine
a baby screams, hushed with candy though.
Love pushes fear from the door.
Insolvency in death, tolls the chapel bells
hearse and flowers wait, before the calendar
turns the date.




Jan G. Otterstrom F. 6/30/2013