Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Waking from a downy dream, secure
in his nylon tent, cushion of years
of forest mulch, dying seasons
his mind began to collate, to unfold
successive aspects, contrasts of change
the rain was heard, gently yet persistently
falling on the leaves, aromas of bromeliad
orchids cupped, yellow and purple blooms
in trees, green life, spiders, frogs, snakes
moved above and in the bough tops
birds whistled as he lay at the break of day.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. 2/9/2013