Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Where do they come together
the borders of sanity, silver line
of consciousness, sunlight angled
through trees, slicing a plane
to delineate limits, divide scene
into levels of awakening, tugged
back into somber shade, closed in
by brilliant green, luminous etched
narrow space, integral for a few
minutes, until the planet turns
tide of clarity, opening the shore
passing vision over, a new stretch.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. February 19, 2015