It is a shaft stuck into the ground —
planted by  the only nearby tree.
The shaft has  several arms that extend
in a “praise the Lord” fashion.
On the arms are cups
designed to  catch the wind
and as they do those arms twirl.


On a breezy day
their motions mesmerize an old man
who sits back comfortably
and sips a drink with a little zip.
He can sit there for a long time
and think about inconsequential things
as he watches those raised arms
go round and round and round —
sometimes watching ‘til the sun goes down.

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