My notched heart, almost parted
though willing here amongst
hidden yellow green bent purple
buds, in pairs, pent up longings
compact as meek stones jeweled
deepen love, not a weed yet
flowers in the wind, tested in
the furnace to brighten its shine
permanence not fading, forever
true fidelity and meadow sweet.
c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
April 12 , 2011
Over Costa Rica