Death too frequent
Darkness lasting late
Dampness in the ground and bones
Worked on me hard this spring.
The sun rose early enough this morning for a front-nine Dawn Patrol at the Golf Course in the Valley of the Shadow of the Brewery.
It’s the water, here, and it came this morning from a thick dew rather than a high water table. Tumwater National Golf and Polo won’t ever be the driest golf course in the known universe, but nothing plugged, this morning, which could mean I hit every green and all my drives bored low and hot and seared through the shiny short grass until cooled and finally slowed to a stop by the dew.
Yeah, pretty much.
When I lost my third ball of the morning, in plain sight, I walked it in. There will be other dawns and better golf balls.
I looked there
In that shadow
Never found it.
I didn’t look there
Where it was
Two shadows over.
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