Portentous hours, dogs and birds
unsettled under a hierarchy of warm
sticky clouds charged into night
its moon free from earth’s shadow
fully illuminated, a beacon moving
in flack, fear of attack, registered
in unstable air, nerves, electric flashes
stall answers, leave questions trapped
in dark trees that devour the lines
possibilities of epitaph, obscure bramble
omen of underbrush consumes animation
to bury the brave and valiant before the ominous.
c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
August 29, 2012
Over Costa Rica