Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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If I were young and snug once again
among these green hills, leaping in
gravity’s grip, letting go in dreams
of love on rough waves, deeper depths
moving away, her boat, to lose myself
with you in split reference, on stormy
waters stowed away within my heart
the shadows of, support my faith
beneath these heavy boughs
to wander under water, to the edge
of meadows boundary, limit of margins
still not clear, shoreline to our safe harbor.

c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
    May 19, 2011
    Over Costa Rica