daily poetry
committed to creating and posting one poem per day.
September 27, 2009
#185 tees and trees
the sound of your golf-ball dancing and rattling into the hole
or of a well connected drive going right where you planned
happiness can be heard on a golf course
between the moments
when you want to wrap your club
around the nearest f***ing tree
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