Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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The falling apart of moments
distributed in memory, so many
drops of rain, multiplying the hours
years of joy and pain, ends and middles
that ever begin, in new sets that embrace
our age, held tight, packed, folded over
to stretch and compress the air, wet
accordion days, melodic winds bluster
blow or soothe, draw the fabric
woven minutes, exotic pieces gathered
to avoid a fate of false vacuums, particles
of thought, stuck in wells, or pulling apart
strife, ripped, rent, torn and tattered
is left ragged, some part of life.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. 4/20/2013