Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Cold augurs, in equatorial zones
the influence of distant storms
ice, blizzards, paralyzing the way
until closer, they turn to rain
later hurricanes, our elliptical orbit
around a disinterested sun
as we change cloths and habits
to suit the weather, our thoughts
are forced below the surface
underground movements, Sub Rosa
at the mercy of the elements
we batten the hatch, board windows
extra screws to hold the zinc
or cover ourselves with roofs of cement
until there is nothing else to do, but pray.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. 2/19/2013