Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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A woman that moved in some other life
that I now remember, amongst a jungle scene
dense, involved, leaves as big as elephant ears
green as emerald treasure troves in jade
she swung the machete, a country girl
cutting to harvest hearts of palm, opening
the way to let my memory flow, subliminal passage
to be born again, to enjoy a train, vital center
station in peripheral woods, a day like bright spring
French Ville, a family still, that waits for me.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. 1/24/2013