Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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In the bowels, eleven degrees
off the equator, evolution is more
intense, earth shakes, volcanos
steam and spew, thousands of
lightning strikes is a few
rain is measured in meters squared
soil becomes a sea, as limits
of absorption breach, bridges
washed away, traffic in disarray
green rages day and night
machetes cut back waves of jungle
encroaching sight. My garden is
a separate insect ecosystem
giant spiders stretch their webs
wait patiently, vibrations from prey
orchid spores leaf and grow
finally, with years, a stem appears
support for elegant blossoms
hidden in microscopic genes
nature’s marvelous machine.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. 9/21/2013