Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Fishermen set their lures
Beyond the swells, reaching
Into morning, sounding
Opacities of marine utterings.
My face weathered with
The withering wind of years.
My life a choppy sea.
Should I stay or go
That is my question.
Moved by the flooding
Seen in dreams, I entered
Crystal transparencies
Of water with friends
Sharing their suffering.
Years ago near the Falls
In a violent spring runoff
Seeing this distant day
Finding my way to help
Lives in chaos, every soul
Rolled into a whole self.
My past finally falling
Fast asleep wondering
Who cares anyway, for
Our blue Buick convertible
With its black leather seats
And our search for a dream?
c) Jan G. Otterstrom F. La Habana, Cuba
September 22, 2004