The Shark Nun

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in loving memory of dad on his birthday 11/30/08

The way we all swam,
as if portraits of priests
outlined our urns creating
heat.

The way things started
attacking dream journals. . .
(you now building a dam)
you lost as students
pass through Time Magazine
as if it was only a corner
in your breath.
-the only dip in flying
was a great white)

I remember the pages of
wood you "founded," much larger
than whales, much in the
consistency of tea.

Local news broke out that
you were in France-
that you were surveying
the Oregon coast through
the eyes of 300 marine species.

If he tells you the Shark
people are building ladders,
believe him.