Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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The gravity of all that
has been, transcends
bringing me beyond to
what I lack, if I were
what I am, as the weight
of days turning, pull
the bud apart, epiphytic
flowering, opening in mist
to attract its hope of perpetuity
duration in all that white
purple allure spread patterns
around the pistil to lure
within a forest green
sheen of, my becoming.
c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
   June 14, 2010
   Palmares, Costa Rica