Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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As I left, the sea had become
petulant, awakened by a fear
that had been stalking the silence
of night, disturbing the ordering
memory of the lamp light
seeming to dance on the water
broken by tossing waves, sad
as the sorrowing tide flooded in
erasing a hope of entering
and sealing the urgency to exit.
c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
    August 26, 2009
    Costa Rica