Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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To the end, no more land
edge bends, radical incline
rocks in a line, violent white
surf surges and threatens
trespassers with blue green
oblivion, pushed this far
no way back, you canít turn
around, the black Cadillac.

© Jan G. Otterstrom F. April 30, 2015