Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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SHUFFLE

Maybe some things really did not happen
while you remember an event, as though
it was real but it was not, your mind invents
discards, adds, re-shuffles, stacks collations
with illusions, deals from below the deck
until you are left, ill at ease in a fantasy
of worry or glee, as coyotes that follow
a stream of thought down from the mountain
to search trash bins and wake dogs
in the magic of night, to pass through dreams
leaving only shadows and scattered tatters
of plastic wrap and paper in sleep.




Jan G. Otterstrom F. 3/16/2013