Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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A ferry from Le Harve, Dover Cliffs
in morning sun, now the tunnel
makes the run, a poetic life begun
Trafalgar Square, a boy looking
beyond the stares, trauma of war
still in the eyes, sirens at night
terror memorized, flight to Madrid
to meet almond tanned old luthiers
seashore leaves wise, silver moonlight
in round acoustic cypress curls
then Sevilla, La Alcázar, geometric tiles
rare mathematical designs
symmetries of life, finally Triana
gypsy quarter, melding of Arab Spanish
rhythms, a 1935 Santos Hernandez
in my hands, caressed in chords
arpeggios from my fingers, time fades
away, as the Guadalquivir flows on
vein of Andalucía that swelled with dark clouds
of rain, over mountains of Sierra Morena.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. 8/21/2013