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