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      November 8, 2010Cloud Poem No.45,678Richard Allen Taylor

      As if we needed another one,
      but you should see this solitary
      white shark, fins and all, cruising
      the reefs of a dry blue April sky,
      having eaten or scared away
      all the smaller clouds, and still hungry,
      reminding me of the fish in your aquarium
      and how he depends on you for those

      sprinkles of love and nutrition that keep him
      alive and well, by fish standards, which, for the moment, seem
      to apply to you and me. But the significance of that
      begins to evaporate

      as the cloud shifts into the shape of a lone
      goose, its companionable V nowhere in sight.

      from #24 - Winter 2005