Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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To be again resting my chin
on the ocean roof, treading
below, my head a ball on blue
floor undulating deep current
swells, lifting my body one with
the pulse of sea, then easing
with coming waves, immersed
wet, in living medium merged.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. April 29, 2015