Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Troubled, I watch alone
in this porous hour of
thought, as a June sea
breathes in its chambers
respiring hurricanes;
the sweetness of dawn
turns gray, soon in disarray
violent heaving by night
the lanterns are blown
by gusts away, blasts
bringing a gale
my uneasy heart sheltered
to witness, in written lines
the coming of difficult times.

c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
    June 28, 2011
    Over Costa Rica