Wednesday, December 11, 2024

beyond the rough

i'm beyond
the rough, into the deep furrows
of thick
grass
and brush.
the hole is a hundred
yards away,
or more.
i can't even see the flag.
the wind
is blowing as i stand
here
with one
foot in water,
the other
in sand.
my eyes are closed
as i swing away.
some
days are all like
that.
stuck in the rough,
please call.

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