Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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He opened the black velvet purse
spread its diamonds, sparkling light
as though life had been poured out
grounded, faceted, shimmering pieces
against a foil of years, troubled now
weary tears, inside exposed, laid bare
shattered though fused in wisdom
graying weight, eloquently bright.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. August 20, 2014