Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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At night I excavate
all not left behind
the mind elevator
drops deeper
its past, ever present
as Army Privates
uniformed valor
joking off to war
comrades in death
before birth, peace
sits high above, in bliss
a rocky shore, alone
as lines of waves
double and foam
halogen air fresh
fills young lungs
a vacant stretch
of blue, sky touches
a distant horizon.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. February 28, 2015