Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Sitting on a bench in the arboretum
of the Park, movement of birds
and breeze above, enclosed within
this sacred confine, I contemplate
that profound longing, now buried
like gold in the silence of stone
joy sealed up, when the plasma cooled
evening now, brings on the closing
nights colored in deeper dreams.

c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
    April 1st , 2011
    Over Costa Rica