do you play?

he loves
golf. talks about it all
the time.
tells me about his back swing,
his stroke,
his sand traps and
almost perfect holes.
he takes his bag of new
clubs out of the trunk,
still in his
cleated shoes.
poor tiger, he shakes
his head and sighs.
if only is a phrase
that comes up a lot,
if only i'd used the other
club, if
it hadn't been so windy,
or the rain had waited.
if only i'd hit
the ball more left
on the eighteenth green.
what about you, he asks.
do you play?