Short Surfaceless Poems

I am the shadow of a cannonball.
I watch bees float from flower to flower,
While beyond the back of the shed
The good work of anyone awaits my attention.

Though--I know now one thing!
Twinkling into my orbit now,
The lost dog on the great plains,
The quivering flame beside the feverish man,

The surfaceless bottom,
Like squirt gun chases
I proclaim through a breeze:

If my brother's fiancee's son
Needs wispy and wild advice
This I will provide
As the shadow shifts past....

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