Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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To have been there, rests
planted in memory
rain steady, sound undercuts
as an awakening, volumes
fill voids, wet hum, soft words
white breath of sea
worlds of people speaking
all being said, birds still
wait under leaf for clouds
to break the sky open
scent of tamarack burning
begins the song, pitch of dawn
distant vales, green love
holds the line, melody sung
unknown thoughts, gathered here.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. October 7, 2014