Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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BAY MARGIN

She walked the margin
of the bay, spongy sand
fringe of tidal lines, gray
despondent broken day
shells lapped up beyond
discarded, brought to mind
marginal associations that
passed through their lives
abandoned homes, lonely
doubt, wrought this hour
here, haunted shore along
thinking to piece together
rupture of sea and land
breaks preserved to seal
a zero in boundary crack
damp limit to begin again.




Jan G. Otterstrom F. August 28, 2015