Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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The old man laid down, as his mind
picked open the locked outpost
limit beyond thoughts, images, voices
of days and nights past, sticks
and stones, trails of trials, a city
snoring under falling snow
as haunting music stopped
the train arrived at Villon
lush valley, where friends
of Provence waited in luxuriant green
shade, paradise of summer, to embrace
his new life and take him home.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. 5/04/2013