Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Tamarack split and staked
leans against a memory
to burn hot, take the chill
from air, escape a tragic
destiny, hide in a lonely corner
of the world, now in reflection
safely passed, new leaves
grace the beech and aspen
flutter green, behind a flicker taps.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. May 10, 2014