you might come from the outside in and slice dimpled sphere
tailing off to the trees or the wrong fairway
you might do the opposite and hook
over to more brambly bush or out of bounds
you might lift your head and top the ball
and it skitters like a mouse along the ground
you might hit the ground before
and chunk it forward a few useless feet
you might miss the ball entirely
that’s embarrassing
you might hit the wrong place in the club
and make it go off in a crazy angle
you might knuckleball the chip
making it sail over the green
you might be using the wrong club
and end up short or long
you might lose your grip
and almost hit your fellow players
putting? that’s another poem
why do we play this game?
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