Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Cinders clogged the air
cold coal smelled the graying snow
low Logan clouds repelled
leaving heavy lungs and dirty
slush, until a Holy Week overbooked
train: Barcelona-Madrid, belching
black ash, embers filling cars
if windows left open in tunnels
residue of combustion, locomotive
boilers boiling the adventure as
Elizabeth Taylor said adios to Eddie Fisher
and Cleopatra embraced Richard Burton.
Coal has no place here in the tropics
the movement of water powers our lives.
c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
    July 4, 2010
    Costa Rica