Pacific golden plovers
Do a hopscotch dance,
Parade on dense fairways
through sprinklers advance.
Stalked by a female tribe
swinging metal shafts,
chasing after dimpled spheres
of a bone-crushing blast.
Then, frightened by a thirsty sow
midst eggshells littered mean,
as a pig dog lounges, on a nearby
red-flagged green
Now three metal cranes stiffly survey
from an urban rain forest in concrete dismay.
As this senior, giggling, practiced group
stuff another four-inch hole,
with multi-hued and coded balls
In measured, arthritic control.
They pause at the ninth to add their separate scores
Then resumed their play to win this local Army course.
Finishing eighteen with time to spare, the weekly game,
And collect their winning shares.
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C. S. De Dona
Author, Poet, Photographer, domestic violence survivor, and naturalized immigrant, Cornelia is currently an Arts and Letters member of The Southwest Florida Branch of The National League Of American Pen Women.
Cornelia lived in Kaneohe, Hawaii, for thirty-six years. Also, seven years in the Mid-Hudson Valley of New York. She now resides in North Fort Myers, Florida.
Her poems and photography are published in print, online, and in Rain Bird, a literary and art journal of the University of Hawaii's Windward Community College (2008-2013).
In 2013, Cornelia received Rain Bird's Kolokolea Poetry Prize for her poem, "Speaking French."
In 2016, her chapbook "Hawaiian Time," entered in the National League of American Pen Women's Vinnie Ream contest, was awarded third place in their inaugural multi-discipline category.
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