“Golf”
by Sara Marie Allen
Nature, mastered in
manufactured perfection:
Each blade of grass is cut to regulation,
Greens break in predetermined direction,
Water hazards anticipation,
Manicured sand traps in exact locations;
Four-inch tin holes mark destinations,
And emblazoned flags pinpoint man’s ambition.
Here lies the scene, of man
conquering mind and body, and friend or foe:
As each muscle fires in
predictable sequence
to swing and follow through,
And titanium and steel work
together in scientific harmony,
To propel a white, precisely
weighted ball toward its goal;
Silence and concentration
reign
as well-dressed men in barbed shoes
Scrutinize remaining
variables
of weather, strength, and endurance--
Until, at last, the count is
tallied and the spoils gathered;
Then they sip and sigh away
as the failures and victories are analyzed—
And resolve is mounted for
another try.
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