Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Pages of my favorite college
paperbacks, faded brown
watermarked, leaves stained
with time, Niels Bohr, Thoreau
Wallace Stevens, Hesse still
hold my attention, over forty
years have passed since I
first discovered their charm
other books sag my shelves
their mysteries all unfolded
but re-revealed in context
of my day, nothing remains
the same, wanting to rewrite
life within some forty years
of journals, broken backed
blurred with mold, shaggy torn
crimped edges between covers
filled with moments and days
black, blues and green inks
paint the signs, scribbled lines
undecipherable without a key
weaving the strands that hold
me, molding destiny’s shape
until autumn’s golden grove
as pages of diaries are stashed
in a box, cardboard freight
stacked, left, a train on a side
track, in a tumulus barrow yard.  

c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
    June, 13, 2009
    Costa Rica