Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Cascading blooms white
pastel fringe, chandeliers
try to copy, flamed edged
cloud, all sincerity passes
into symbols at the verge
thousands of differences
not susceptible to confine
new doubts ever emerge
jungle shade, misty swamp
something in bloom looks
color of green leaves, bulb
of storage, protruding true
order but perpetual illusion
acuteness of description as
languor, delicious lassitude
suspended, streaming away
taking us, somewhere new.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. October 19, 2014