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Magic ClickLife is so like my golf gameI’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, effortless, 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 |
This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection BROKEN PIECES available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |