WIND
ON MY LAWN IS A
WHIRLY-GIG
SPINNING
I SEE THE MOTION
BUT I DON’T SEE THE
WIND THAT CAUSED IT
I’M WATCHING A METEOR
SHOWER
I MARVEL AT GOD’S
CREATION
FROM THE UNIVERSE TO
ME
BUT I DON’T SEE GOD
MY VISION IS TOO
NARROW
TO SEE ITS IMMENSITY
BUT THIS GREATNESS
REMEMBERS ME
SO I EXIST
I SPIN IN THE WIND
OFTEN IMPERFECTLY
THE UNKNOWABLE IS
PLEASED
WITH MY ECCENTRIC
SPINNING
LIKE A PARENT
WATCHING HIS TODDLER WALK
IT
WHO HAS NO BEGINNING
OR END
RUFFLES MY HAIR
AS IF TO SAY HELLO
FRANK A VOLLMER
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