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Clouds can be remarkably similar
to the friends lovers and passer-bys
that filter through our daily lives
like unexpected weekend guests
who arrive exactly as they planned
or close relatives who fail to appear
simply cancelling at the last minute
as if you weren’t worthy of their rain cheque 
you have cleaned the bathroom 
and your conscience for nothing

Puppet clouds pull easily at our strings
just the rumour of a troubled sky
can send a jetliner the other way
and when thunder rolls like a lions roar 
even the bravest of us cringe for cover 
for their faithful companion lightning 
can be utterly shocking
like the last couple to leave a party
you are not even sure who invited them

Naysayer clouds are lifelong companions
content to rain on just your parade
intimidating away hopes for a brighter day
some clouds are hauntingly thin and long
like the  fingernail scratches of a prisoner 
held within the walls of a gray winter day
thirsty for the taste of a falling raindrop
and who among us has not known 
at least one cute blond cloud
cannot find her way around a hilltop

Vegas stars mime the clouds de soleil
desert matinees provided dawn to dusk 
elflike figures grasping silver moonbeams
magically move across skies of  fantasy
one moment an elegant graceful butterfly 
the next a leaping giant walrus 
brilliant costume changes accomplished   
within the blink of your eye
now you see them and then you don’t
encore encore encore

Who has’nt witnessed the theft of sunset 
winsome pickpockets lurk like puffs of innocence
clouds seemingly distant but so close 
we never feel them steal the belief
that we actually can own daylight 
as if it were a shiny silver dollar
the usual suspects hide away to darkness
even a cloudless sky fails to please us all  
who has not longed for a rainy day

Clouds of suspicion descend upon truth
as if locusts hunting for delicious prey
and can like a loaded pair of dice 
forever change the games that we play 
the fickle and aloof clouds of love
play hide and seek with our very hearts
Juliet cried out where for art thou Romeo
deep in her heart she knew his words
were just a bunch of silver lined promises 
who do you trust if you can’t trust a cloud

IRISH
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