Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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SPACES II

The reserved space for what
was left unsaid, swelled dark
heavy with anxious humidity
blushed in evening light, reticent
pending the right moment, yet
relevance is dissolved into days
weeks, months, stretching finally
into oblivion, never reconciled
weakening any force of argument
as the storm dissipates, clouds break
wind subsides, leaving broken branches
limbs, scattered leaves, dead wet prints
on damp, vacant,  pavement walks.




c) Jan G. Otterstrom F. 4/4/2012 Costa Rica