Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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My morning sutured to yesterdays
rending then, thread of years
entering reminiscences that exit
tweets of lover's nights, heights
of passion, no trespassing
beyond the gate, prints of points
path of scars, healed hurts, wiser
heart to yield this yearning, as dark
clouds to the East threaten
this warm sun with first drafts
of fresh air felt, cool again
my morn, yet resolute to persevere
holding to my dream, stitched tight.

c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
    October 31, 2010
    Over Costa Rica