From “Hawaiian Time” by Cornelia DeDona, published 2016

Your drive flew the distance
rolled within inches of my feet
as I prepared
to sink
my one putt.

It was a Tuesday. The sky was blue.

In recognition
I presented you with a bird
a ten-second
middle finger salute.

My foursome exchanged winks,
pissed at you,
proud of me.
Undaunted and fearless,
I arrived.

Don’t hit into us
we jeer later
our reproaches lobbed
over nachos and beer.

I paid my dues.
No stopping me now.

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