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Now the mind's grass
is greener,
and memory's breeze
on dawn's first
tee more
intoxicating.
It's like
young love, this
sitting in
the cold house
dreaming of a warmer
game.
And the contemplation
of snow-covered fairways
frees the
swing of its
inhibitions,
so that
the backstroke flexes
with the forgotten
wisdom of
wooden shafts,
the downswing
powered with an
artist's energy,
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and impact
fixed as an image
of bricks
squared off to
build a wall.
There's no violence at all
in the little mole's
scurrying
across an icy bunker
or green.
It's just the kind
of hurried waiting that
has to be done,
no less a test
of character
than the patience
needed to restrain one's
joy
until it's time
to play
on any warm
and dry July
day.
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Andy Brumer is a freelance writer specializing in golf, art, and literature. Formerly the editor of Golf Tips magazine and Petersen’s Golfing, he is the author of The Poetics of Golf and Guide to the Golf Revolution: How Technology Is Driving the Game and the coauthor, with Bobby Clampett, of The Impact Zone: Mastering Golf's Moment of Truth.
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