from this week in May, 2012 (I was 67)
I’m in the van in a thunderstorm
At Leopard’s Chase Golf Course
A woman in black spandex trimmed in red
walks toward the cart barn with a purpose
A young man in a red polo shirt meets her
She has a glove on her left hand
After an exchange of words and gestures
they get into a cart together and ride
back toward me on the cart path
I hear her say as they pass
“My whole life is in that cell phone.”
He says, “Here’s what we do when this happens,”
They splash up the cart path from green to tee
It reminds me of a time I never did find
the keys to the rental van
I was more frantic than she
even though my whole life was not involved
and the sky was not pitching rain
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