Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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My full face against
a stiff buffeting like
the boys’ kites there
fresh ocean air filling
my lungs, to the sea’s
unabated roar, broken
by breakers bashing
the shore, before wind’s
moment in my window
motionless, cool, had
filled my room with
Caribbean fragrance.

c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
    December 2009
    La Habana, Cuba