Golfing With Republicans
Someone once told me, you can learn a lot
About people on the golf course. As I
Swing into the swirling wind, thoughts of
Last night’s undertow pull me back in.
Are these friends mortal but without regret,
Or are they pretenders of the ©old school?
As I pull back my club with tempo and will,
In a rush of calm my dark thoughts are repressed.
No longer can their hard words distract, my
Swinging form is in motion, gaining flow.
I travel through and release the ball with
Every ounce of faith and love that I know.
They watched that ball fly through the swirling air
It carried my unspoken heart and promises there.
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