Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Plunge deep into the pure pool of memory
surrounded by spring fed streams, the flow
moments of life condensed, coded in beads
the crystal shattering sound of water continuum
hears leaves rustle in amber shadows
the grating shore, comb of sand that seethes
with the changes of tides below the window
of heaven, stars that guide us home.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. 11/11/2012 Somewhere over the Atlantic.