Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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PHANTOM

Her memory lived in spray
waves that swept, crashing
against the rocks
veil of imagination
quickened by transience
a wistful looking back
as the sea swept, withdrew
opening a future view, mist
as a beckoning phantom wept




Jan G. Otterstrom F. April 28, 2014