working on my short game

i think about taking up golf.

my ninety year

old blind

neighbor plays 18 holes a day.

if he can do it,

why can't I.

but it seems like such a long

walk.

a cemetery without tombstones.

beautiful lawns.

i could get a cart i guess,

and learn the lingo.

fore, slice, handicap,

back swing, putt, etc.

i'll need clubs of course

and shoes,

and a visor

and silky pants with big

pockets

for a cigar when i get a hole

in one.

maybe when it cools down.