Often there, walking familiar streets
faces meet, inside memory keeps
shade of trees, overhung with leaves
down Paseo to the sea, intersection
squares, alphabet divided in numbers
to meditate the distant horizon near
as rain squalls move between rays
of sun and neighborhood monuments
stand tears of years of dream framed
rhetoric, empty of reasonable meaning
ever imagining more, than what is there.
© Jan G. Otterstrom F.
August 7, 2014