When There Was Time
My father is a diamond in the rough
in that sometimes he would pull
a handful of golf balls from a trash bag in the garage
and hit them into the forest from the field behind our house
on a Friday evening when he had nothing better to do
And now when we go walking, occasionally
when the light hits just so
we stumble across an unwilling time capsule
in the form of a moss-covered golf ball
And remembering one man’s carefree days
we begrudgingly pick it out of the duff
only to deposit back in the garage stash
that hasn’t been touched in a while
May 27, 2023 A Diamond of Time Poetry Contest, Sponsor Julia Ward
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M. B. | Year Posted 2023
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