Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Morning birds that perch in green woods
sing each their family melody, nested like
stations floating in the wind, mind moments
places preserved in margins of memory
merging distances, aligning platforms
along trains of thought, times multiplied
folded in depot albums, crystal chambers
like buds that swell and bloom, orchids burst
in song of colored distances or butterflies
blue with satin wings that open, breaking
from their envelope of notes, mauve
chrysalis of multiple recollections.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. 11/26/2012 Somewhere over the Atlantic.