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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