Yeah, when it’s working it works.

Magic Click

Life is so like my golf game
I’m pretty much a high-handicapper,
don’t spend enough time
on the practice tee,
very likely to rim
those crucial putts

And yet, from time to time
I hit a shot so crisply clean,
so stiffly to the pin
Every aspect of that swing is perfect,
that magic click

The memory of those shots
keeps me coming back
and I play at life like golf
Accepting my limits,
perhaps too easily,
but content in all that grass

Poetry Collection: Broken Pieces
This poem is included in
Jim Freeman’s
poetry collection
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