Rorschach Clouds Poem by Denis Mair

--- ---before you read the poem, please look at the photo below, and see if the clouds remind you of anything.
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RORSCHACH clouds groping for form...

In the upper left quadrant there is a fluffy, pip-squeak pooch;
it's up on its hind legs yipping and yapping....

In the lower left quadrant is a slightly warty porpoise....

In the lower middle a saint is basking in beatitude; a cascade of Jacob's ladders are pouring over his head.

I think he's feeling the immaterial version of a warm glow...

The sun is trying out an extra fancy gold Lamé aura...