Pleasant Dale
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A Round of Golf
Discussing the evolution of the wedge game
So far it has come since I grew up, playing
Games for fun and competition, we talked
About the game, each focused on improvement
In constant drive for perfection, knowing
As in all of life, we will fall short.
Mind so much on work these days, no gravity toward imagination
Tangled, tortured, something like a
Mind searching through moonlight
Sand trail road white to our ranch
Tumbleweed, dangling on barbwire.
The fence near the cattle gate
Snags many tumbleweeds
Winds whistling songs through wires
Deerhunter channeling a kinder Sonic Youth and a gentler Pixies in a song called Desire Lines. Good stuff.
Your mother is nothing but the wind to me
Which means nothing, but sounded good
At the time.