Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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We move against a sliding
panorama, psyche spreads
as dew damp gauze across
open genealogy, sensitive
healing wounds, time shifts
wind stirs, uplifts branches
clouds drop, cover green
mountains, gusts sweep
sunlight away, rain squalls
fill space until light again
breaches opacity, merges
occluded surfaces to true
splitting slits of bright blue.




Jan G. Otterstrom F. June 6, 2015