Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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AFTERMATH

Night draws me into dreams
often caves of disquieting
reaching back, to burrow deep
into memory, reconstructing
to mend loneliness, row by row
of collated archives, mega bites
of video re-creations, accessed
involuntarily in sleep, streets
abundantly shaded, yards open
grass, friends remembering
coming home at last, a foreign
yellow car, carrying clothing cases
under green leaves of summer
of my life, recorded intimately there
aftermath traveled, to embrace again
beloved persons, who marked my path.




Jan G. Otterstrom F. 1/23/2012 Costa Rica