taking the doctor's advice

i see my

doctor out on the golf course,

smoking

a cigarette

and drinking a beer between

drives

and putts.

he's eating

a hoagie

from the pub,

there's mayonnaise

on his face

and

his belly hangs over his

striped

polo shirt, his knees

bent from

the weight.

he sees me and waves,

comes over

to tell me

that i should put some

sunscreen on.

the sun is really hot

this time

of day.