Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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WHEN MY ASHES

When my ashes are planted
in a hole, a sturdy oak shall grow
thus hierarchy bestow, shelter
for nests of birds, a rope swing
for children’s joy hangs
and lovers cut their heart
true love mark, into my bark.




c) Jan G. Otterstrom F. December 17, 2013