Poem: Magic Click

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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
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