Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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11 DEGREES NORTH VII

He fell upon a field of unforeseen directions
interweaving lines along which different points
of reference lie, long rows of palm, harvested
for oil or ocean shore stretching to an outcropping
of rock while relentlessly breaking waves
were heard on a mountain trail, well worn
through the jungle, when the earth shook
a slipping crack quaked, extended below
a ridge, parrots scattered, whirling green
flight of squawking flocks into an unseen face
of sky, sextant eye set on stars to locate
his positions in angular distances
within the woven web of unforeseen directions.




Jan G. Otterstrom F. 9/15/2013