flog relative to the pursuit of golf
my 5 wood went awry
a high flying push slice
nearing banana shape
my ball scurried
a bending bullet beneath these
two eagles perched
in a bare limb-ed tree
they were paying no mind to me
high above, but there was one
with minion vermin
talon-ed nicely trophy-ed
a one eye to me, and it
starts to soliloquy
" if i may please say so,
these tasty rodents beeeasy pickings
lickingly we loves them,
squirrels are often preoccupied
and this one had its go of luck run out "
i walked over
far from where i was supposed to be
and off they went, an aerie and eaglets waiting
the one with clutched prey, the other sweeping low
on its six, a few grackels, robins and wrens scatter
to the nearby thick pines
and as those two eagles flew across the fairway
i stood there for a moment to soak all this in
telling myself, remember these scent warm billows
the sudden stillness, the caught picturing
myself picturing this picture
beneath the trees
a sunny spring day as it neared noon
a high blue sky after a cool morn
falling in love with how
time is a tourniquet
an unrelenting angel
turning itself into poems
and we just color
each one
outside inside
lines or none
with all our senses
imagining this time
this is where
our wings must be
EJR ©
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