courses golf and otherwise

golf provides more strokes

for those who need the practice most:

low score wins and those disposed

cut away a higher chance to

golf again.

I’m thinking of my friend—

that’s always code for self-protection,

if indeed we’re friends with self—

at any rate, we divot what

we will…

My friend requires a pan-

oply of strategies to say a job is done:

lick a finger, gauge the wind, truss

the glove that aids a trusty

swing, then

sing a song inside my head,

‘Fearless’ often comes to mind, Waters

likened to my friend, Gilmour aptly

fretting more, a similitude of

rock stars…

glaring at the rock. The ball

is now upon its tee. What opportunity

appears to be is also hit-and-miss.

I hear the cooing mourning

dove, now,

in the afternoon; I watch my

friend assemble self: clearly keep your

cool. No lessons can account for

a swing into ephemerality.

Swing low,

and divot what you can. Some

sweet chariot may intercept what you

have thrown, but most of all, the

ball is in the nether-known; it

flies alone.

My friend and I—let’s call each

other ‘caddy’—recover spans of well-

intentioned ground. Mulligan is

always ‘round: pride flies before

the storm.

God grant the
tee-times
fare so
well.