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Saturday, November 20, 2010

Cloud Fossils

The clear glass reflects
my image
and beyond I see cloud fossils
that hover interpretively, some
are etched in timecapsules of memory
(remember when we saw our dog perfectly outlined?).
Soft, morphing, sculpture
wet, precious, and mobile.
Their shapes stir our pulsing hearts
and the recesses of time's circumference
rich and deep, seen everywhere
 ever present, somewhere
there for every generation;
Cloud fossils.
p. malafronte (2009)

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