Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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From a road, tree lined, I see
the landscape of  buried treasure
predícate to be reified, to embrace
and hold its substance, finally
secure, as I walk along under
new branches, children running
passed beside me, their innocence
green as Spring, opens another
prospect, returning to a morning
fog foiling Pacific cypress
leaning to the sea.
c) Jan G. Otterstrom.F.
    May 2, 2010
    Palmares, Alajuela