Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Tokens we use as fare
to cross a city of despair
every few blocks a stop
to tales told before a veil
of tears, by persons lost
in change of company paid
today, an empty tomorrow
brings other sets, movements
urgency of unknown events
held in the folds of night
waves vibrating in dreams
pieces of silver in our purse
readied to defray the cost
of next day’s developments.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. November 8, 2011 Costa Rica