Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Morning light rises behind
broken shapes, dark ruins
of yesterday, brightness
subdues, minimizes tragedy
consumes jagged edges
of anticipated chaos
phantom forms exposed
made friendly as voices
colored with dawn, release
us from our fears, songs
in our own tongue, familiar
idiom, calm, simplify life
hold us steady, free from strife.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. September 9, 2015