Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Lots of air, is it a storm
circling somewhere?
Ten bells ring the hour
movement begins to cross
the square, wind is fresh
though lifted from the sea
compulsions go, let it be
high overcast closes in
random water drops swirl
limiting visibility, impulse
staked as rejection hits
hiatus in a morning break.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. July 12, 2014