Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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The paved road ended
onto graded dirt, winding
down the ravine, rutted
washed out on the curves
risk to stall high centered
no way to return in reverse
a mile to go, beach below
one could hear breakers
pounding surf, open view
imagined, no longer bound.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. August 17, 2014