Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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A flock of morning birds flew
through my ear, colorful retinue
lively vocal choir, perching on
marble eaves and temple window sills
built within, the open theater of my head
cerebral space, aviary of song
warbling inside my hearing
each audience eye attentive
in our fortuitous encounter, evidence in
wash of feathers, colors of the rainbow
barb and web, nest of nervous movements
anticipation of a message, compatible vibrations
waves of script, reviewed musingly in sympathy
as silence sung on the stage of imagination.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. 4/10/2012