about golf.
especially if i can't get to sleep.
she tells me
about the greens, how fast
or slow they were today,
the front nine,
that awful sand trap
on thirteen.
the harsh wind
taking the ball off the fairway.
and the group
in front of us, like
a parade down Broadway.
so slow.
it isn't long before
i'm fast asleep,
snoring, as she describes
with joy
her eagle
on the final hole.
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