© 2017 Jeff Guess

Markings 207

February 6, 2019

My Father’s Golf Spoons

 A khaki canvas bag

of wooden sticks

 

he shouldered across

the bare earth and stony

 

golf course

at Tumby Bay

 

raking the sand

as an auxiliary for grass

 

always a birdie

on the fifth

 

an eagle on the ninth

and who used to say

 

the best wood in his bag

was his pencil.

 

Jeff Guess

 

©Jeff Guess 2019

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