Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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THE VERGE FROM THE PARK

Life has brought me here, broken loose
from several destinies, to rest a moment
in this grove, garden green, before
I move on across a transient geography
the cost of poetry, deep encounters
hurt, wandering heart to write.
My senile muse still draws a glow in pits
bright sparks, plaintive concave cadence
even though the years flash, pile and double
merge, until all is present, at the verge.




Jan G. Otterstrom F. 7/04/2013