Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Last days of dry heat
sun intense, wind our relief
blowing dead leaves against the fence
first buds and green move
in the trees, sound of waters rushing
yet my splayed heart is splintered still
pieces strewn, alien feelings
uncertain how to collect them
separated, sawed, blown, weary flush lingerings.

c) Jan G. Otterstrom 3/25/2012 Costa Rica