Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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ZONE 8

Here in the Park, a stiff wind charms
rattling, rubbing, rustling, scraping
polishing, filing leaves, depending
on their species, gusting then exhausted
to a breeze, each affected differently, yet
common, the movement of trees, escape
of oxygen, stimulation of capillaries, each
an element in a field, arboretum of selection
running squirrels branching, playing gravity
as grave iguanas and sloths hold on tight
bending and curving, as in flight, within
the windy zone, seldom doubting steadiness
of course or resistance to force, in delicate
balance, harmony of chance as a funeral
procession files from the Church, mourners
walk slowly behind the hearse, the final bell
tolls, the speed of sound, in green air
grounds the first urge to burst the spell.




Jan G. Otterstrom F. 1/3/2012 Palmares, Alajuela, Costa Rica