Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Left out to listen in a clump
of bamboo, clusters close group
of common plants, confederate
coordinates, hollow talking moved
by the wind, lonely echoes rustle
as I sit in yellow green, a cage
inclosing my heart, trying to hold on
to something, restraining impulse
resigned lot, my pebbles tossed
last chance decided, I roam alone
unfixed my thoughts, finally gathered
in woody grasses, tropical building
solutions, rubbing sounds, soft
stirring succession, moving touch
open feelings, expose my tender center.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. 7/2/2012 Costa Rica