Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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An island of coolness protects me
leaves shielding the shade, as the
first days of season change blaze
in an unseen world that carries us
only in faith, our sure exit not measured
in money, that we bring in, but songs
we share, a moment of something
more valuable, substance of life
our being a mere medium to muse
then transmute, changing what
others see, into what is, impersonal
substratum, sustaining us. This Park
of spreading trees, merely a place
to sing, theater to capture primary imaginings.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. December 9, 2011 Costa Rica